The Bet

So like all things...well most, this challenge started with a bet. Actually two bets. One was from my roommate and a friend who decided that they needed to dry out for 21 days (more to come on that...). The other was a work bet to see who could lose the most weight in 45 days, the prize $200 which equated to me buying the new pair of Ray Ban Aviators I was dying for, needless to say........I accepted. 

A day later, I regret it, but I'm only on Day 1, so maybe it won't be that bad.....I mean all good things come in 21 --like the age you can legally drink, ironic. 

I live in a big city, have no real responsibility ( I do have a job I have to go to everyday, an apartment, I pay my bills) besides my social calendar which I manage quite well, my life would really fall into the little to no responsibility sphere...slightly more than college but much less than marriage or kids. So most of my social activities surround events that happen in or around a bar or involve tailgating, pregamming, bar hopping, house parties, keg parties...apparently there is a theme starting to form.

So here I am in my late twenties, trying to sober up for 21 days. Let me tell you what NOT to do on Day 1, don't go to get BBQ....the only thing I could think of was beer....Beer and BBQ nachos, Beer and BBQ Chicken, Beer and Cornbread, Beer and Ribs and I don't even eat pork ....Beer and Beer and .....well Whiskey, that wouldn't have been bad either..OK so basically its not easy and its Day 1.  Is it wrong that I made a pregnant woman go so I would have a forced non-drinking buddy? I mean she's not going to give in no matter what. I made sure I stayed close to her, she was the magic safe zone...no one approaches the pregnant woman peddling booze. I was impervious to the effects of the booze near her. 

So for the following 21 days I will tell my tale of the misadventures of my sobriety, avoiding temptation and winning the damn bet. Which in the end is what it really comes down to. Oh and figuring out a way to watch sports minus beer.