5:30am still up!
20/05/11 • 1 Comment

Too tired as its nearly 5:30 so here is the dot points.  Its was a mates birthday drinks A mate i normally party hard with Was nervous i wasn’t going to fit in without a drink Had a blast One of the last to crash

A growing coke addiction
13/05/11 • 1 Comment

Normally my fridge would contain a beer or two and maybe a bottle of questionable wine brought by some cheap dinner guest. Currently however that due to party leftovers my house is heavily stocked. After most parties you get the usual suspects of light beer or a goon bag floating in the esky but we woke to find ourselves with Asahi and Champaign. Making that first week of HSM that little bit harder. Though when things are tough you can always count on your friends. My friends chose to help not by abstaining from alcohol with me but the polar opposite, instead by attempting to drink my house dry. Appreciating the monumental effort they were attempting on my behalf I kept them company with a can of coke, then another, then another… to find myself several hours into the evening having drunk 6 cans of coke. That’s over 2 Liters. [...]

First Friday – It would be a lot easier to get through this if I had a beer to take my mind off it.
06/05/11 • 4 Comments

I’ve always made a conscious effort not to be a big mid week drinker.  In fact I have often used self-imposed “weeknight” alcohol bans to somehow justify my weekend binges.  “Well done Calzak you made it Monday to Thursday, go out and treat your self to some sod-off quantities of alcohol”. I should clarify my slanted view of weeknights, never included Friday. To include Friday as a weeknight, I rationalised, would just have been nit picking. Sunday dinner at my girlfriend’s folks meant I couldn’t say “school nights” as these dinners regularly include fantastic wine. Wine well worth the accompanied sledge “its like strawberries to pigs” when poured in my glass. But this Friday I don’t get my completely unjustified reward, and I am surprised just how uneasily that fact sits with me.  Thinking back, I struggle to recall the last Friday in which I haven’t had a drink. One [...]