So I made a bet with a friend to stay high and dry for 60 days. Just day 2 and already I’m tempted to down a cool, tall mug of fizzly beer. After all, there’s nothing like it after a day of meetings, writing and brainstorming.
Jeez, I’ve never known brainstorming to be that tiring!
Obviously I didn’t fall off the wagon. Why? Because I want to win the bet. And I want to look good naked.
How did I hold out then? Well, I rushed to get something to eat (in this case, a rare 200-day Ribeye) to refuel my tired brain. And then I got a haircut with a fine wash. It sounds silly and chicky, but it got my mind off needing booze.
And I’m safe. At least for Day 2.