Another little bit of sad news: With the medication I’m starting, no more drinky, drinky. At all. For as long as I’m on the medication. That’s going to take some getting used to.
So I closed that chapter out by, over the course of four days, finishing all of the beer, rum, and open scotch I had at home, gifting an unopened bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue (/tear), having a couple very nice drams of Macallan 25, and, finally, a couple pints of Guinness with my dad. My only regret is not having one last Duvel.
I guess I’m permanent designated driver from now on. Just hope I’m not a Fun Bobby.
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Fun Bobby was fun when he was drinking. So, you’re safe …
Speed coulda used that Blue in a couple years …. what were you thinking??
Back when I knew you, you never drank. But, then, you didn’t live in Texas.
As a recently forced fellow teetotaller, let me tell you, the first few days are the hardest. But after the shakes, and the chills, and the dry heaves, there are only the hallucinations left.