going to the bar without drinking is like going to the movies without popcorn. in fact, i wouldn't recommend it. for all the things that are a little better, prettier, funner, smoother to roll off and easier to stomach with a couple of ice cold beverages in you, there are all the things that abrade, irritate, and consternate without that good old lubricating fluid. just one of the things i am discovering, as i take a little vacation from the stuff. so yeah, i'm basically straight-edge. which is difficult, but has it's merits too. i'm shooting for thirty days...three down. you may ask yourself, self, why would she go and do a crazy thing like that? well, the other night james and i had one too many. either that, or our bartender was extremely generous. either way, the next day was a disaster. we both felt like hell warmed over. me and james both. microwaved marshmallows. and i had a hasty realization while praying to the porcelain gods: i haven't taken much time off of the stuff since i started on it, nearly ten years ago. yes, this month i turn thirty-one, which marks the ten year anniversary of the fateful day that i was let loose in a bar. on that day, the party began. and i think it's safe to say, that party hasn't really stopped....i guess, until now. i guess it's safe to say, ten years later: it's time for a change. time to corral those wild horses.