Spirited away (Week 5)
"After reading about the evils of drinking, I decided to give up reading." Henny Youngman was more than just the king of the one-liners; he was also keenly aware that abstinence does not make the heart grow fonder. For me, the idea of giving up my nightly tipple was absolutely loathsome, so naturally it became a must-do in my 52-week odyssey. I figured it would come sooner or later, so better to rip the bandaid off in Week 5 and get it over with. Naturally, I looked ahead in my schedule to see if there might be any "mandatory drinking" occasions. Other than a few work lunches and a weekend dinner party (which was thankfully snowed out) it looked clear. When I get home from work, the ritual goes pretty much the same. Seconds after my shoes are off, the bottle is losing its cork or cap or lid and the evening is under way. I'm not really a discerning drinker; I just like it all. A random sampling of my cabinet might reveal any spirit—gin, vodka, rum, bourbon,...