Well, the results of several doctor visits are in. As everyone knows, I used to be the single, greatest consumer of Stoli Blueberry on the beach. Five months ago I decided to stop, cold turkey, and went on to sipping wine or beer during social events. Both doctors, separately, told me my body went into a type of shock, looking for something it was used to. Insomnia developed, getting to the point where I slept only an hour or two hours, a night, I had no appetite, my sense of balance was altered, and, suddenly, when I did have a cocktail, the body seemed to think that I had had ten. They told me I should have consulted a doctor when I quit, and they put me on medication that has reversed all of those conditions (along with the responsibility to refrain from any drinking except for an occasional red wine or beer). Who knew?
We attended a wild party that Thomas Barker threw last night at Twist. Grey Goose flowed from dozens of bottles with one guest holding a bottle and pouring it's contents down the throat of another. Boys and girls danced on the tables and couches of the VIP area while I sipped Perrier. Sitting next to Barker, I asked, "What's the occasion?" "Who knows?", he replied. And, we squealed with laughter. We still had fun; but what a wonder it is to be sober amongst freaks.