I did it!
I made it through my company trip without having a single drink! I can’t freaking believe it!
If you look closely at this picture (I’m on the right), you might think I caved and at least had the one, but in this plastic cup is nothing more than the remnants of my new favorite “mocktail”–Diet Sprite, pineapple juice, and a splash of grenadine. Yum!
We went to Scottsdale, Arizona, and man was it hot! We’re talking 112 degree days. Scorching sun, no clouds in the sky, burning concrete, hot! But here’s the thing. Because I didn’t drink alcohol, I still had loads of energy. My coworkers were dropping like flies. Most started drinking in the morning. Mimosas, Bloody Mary’s, even a few with whisky in their coffees. Around lunch time, you could count on at least some of them already heading back to their rooms for a nap. By dinner? A good third could barely keep their eyes open. They were popping Motrin like candy. Chugging water. Using Visine drops. Munching on Tums. Making lame jokes about “The hair of the dog” as they ordered a gin and tonic in the hopes to feel better.
I never suffered one hangover. Not one! I woke up feeling refreshed and energized. My roommate (my manager, the other “sober” gal pictured) and I would either go work out or go for a hike. We’d come back, hit up the coffee bar, then drop in at the wonderful restaurant on site and dig into a stack of waffles and fresh fruit. Later, we’d make our way down to the pool where we’d dive into our books while basking in the sun, or dive into the water and float on a raft. Lunch was whatever we felt in the mood for. Instead of drinking our calories, we ate them. Lol. But it was great! There was no guilt. There was no shame from breaking any promises. There was only peace. Relaxation. Fun!
And you know what? I really didn’t miss it. I didn’t miss the tipsy, “out of sorts” feeling. The loss of inhibitions. The numbness. The lack of memory. The tidal wave of emotions. The sleeplessness. The headaches. The stomach discomforts. The wondering…. Just what in the hell did I say to Corporate last night?
I got to take in others’ drunken behavior. I got to rest easy in the knowledge that I would not embarrass myself, would most likely remember every conversation I had, would walk back to my room without tripping at the end of the night, would wake up on time for the next day’s adventures. I proved to myself that I could do it. I could enjoy myself on vacation without having booze.
Now, I just have to take this feeling with me, remember it when my family and I go visit my husband’s aunt and uncle in Iowa next weekend. I don’t need alcohol to have a good time. I don’t!