Confessions of a responsible WINE-O
Holy Shit… I need to stop drinking. Good thing I am beginning my cleanse next week. I am in need of some serious repair. FUCK. My love affair with red wine is out of control. Well, not really, but once the sweet red nectar touches my lips, the day is done.
Last night I went on a date and to my surprise had an excellent time. The guy is from South America, Ecuador to be specific and although blatantly “latino” in the sense that he is all about the “lovin” he was far more tolerable and respectful than some of the others I have had the pleasure (I use this term very facetiously) of being in the company of. Its quite funny actually, he is one of the servers at my favorite restaurant here in Spain, younger, tatttooed, pierced, a little more my pace. So anyway, back to the events….
In typical fashion I began my evening joining my colleagues from my Human Rights class for a drink at a local bar down the road before meeting my friend. Wine #1. At 10PM I left the bar and arrived in the normal Spanish manner 15 minutes late for my date who was 15 minutes late as well…. right on time. We strolled down to a little cozy (and smokey) bar for wine #2,3, and 4… Which I did not need, but he bought me anyway. At this point I needed food because I had not eaten much of anything. (Trying to watch it in that department but all I seem to be doing is watching everything go in my mouth after my late night alcohol binges) Wine #5 was taken at one of my favorite spots in Madrid that I always seem to stumble upon but can NEVER quite remember where exactly it is or what the name of it is as well….. (if you keep turning right you eventually stumble upon it) I finally got some kick ass hummus, closed the joint down and proceeded to yet another bar (he insisted and I am quite easy to comply) where I my final and lethal overdose of wine.
Here is where things got a little nutty. I left my date at the metro and proceeded to take the train to my normal destination. Not really sure what happened to me in the 4 short stops I was supposed to take but I was awakened at the end of the track by security guards telling me I had to get off the train, the Metro was closed. When I exited I had no clue as to where I was. It was 2AM and pissing down rain. As I proceeded to walk around and try to get my bearings absolutely NOTHING looked familiar. One hour later (still walking) I realized I was all the way north, pretty much in the area where I work. Needless to say, I hailed a taxi which cost me €10. I consider myself quite lucky. Nothing was taken from me, I was not harmed, etc. Although Madrid is known for its pick-pockets, I have the distinct advantage of looking like a Spanish girl (although I drink like a true American) and people typically leave me alone.
Arriving home at the hour of 3AM and not “re-passing out” until 3:30 or 4 I was amazed at the fact that I was able to scrape myself out of the cot I call a bed and arrive at work at 8AM without feeling the slightest bit hungover. It probably has something to do with all of the binge eating I do after the fact. Don’t eat much during the day, but when I am drunk hide your bread and cereal cuz this little girl is gonna chow down.
So, speaking of not eating… March 11th is my start date. I will finally begin my cleanse. Its good because I am just about at the point where I am tired of food altgether. I am also tired of looking like shit and I really need to stop with the drinking. Additionally, I need to figure out why I can’t do things in moderation. Its almost impossible for me. Food, wine, exercise, etc. its always all or nothing and I seem to just not be able to control it. I am hoping this fast will help me achieve this goal of regulation. I dunno… I definitely have a problem. I must conquer and destroy!