Elle Severe Presents

What It’s Like To Quit Drinking, Too

In Authors, Life, Musings, One Beer In, Past Loves on August 22, 2014 by Pabby MFNP

Q. Oh nothing. I just always wanted to say that. I understand that you would like to conclude with some pictures you would like to share?
A. Yes, absolutely. Thanks for your time.
Q. Thank you!

At some point, I fell head over heels in love with Corona with limes. Almost every Friday, I would stop at my local liquor store and buy a case of Corona. Then when I was walking down the street with a twelve pack in each hand, I felt like the kid below carrying the two bottles of wine, his head held high while girls look on in admiration:

Part of my charm back in the day used to be the mystery of “Was I drinking a beer or wasn’t I?”   Here’s the earliest evidence of that, although I definitely wasn’t drinking then but if I were older, I probably would have wanted to.  I was at my Aunt Patty’s wedding which happened to be during the Superbowl on January 26th, 1986 when the Bears trounced the Pats.  That was a very painful experience and it brings up the age old question:  Is it better to have your team make it to the big game and lose or to never have them make it at all?   My answer is also a lyric from a Poison song:  “It’s better to have lost at love than never to have loved at all.  I won’t forget you baby.  I won’t forget  you”,  which I realize that is neither here nor there.  Or is it????

This is me finishing up the Boston Marathon. I’m glad that’s off my list because I’m never doing anything like that ever again.

I have been blessed to be able to say that I attended two superbowls.  One when I was at the height of my drinking and the other about 6 months into sobriety:  Which one seems more fun to you?

Superbowl 36. I never thought my team would make it that far and I never thought that I’d be able to go. Just give me one moment in time. When I’m more than I thought I would be…..

 

I normally find the sight of myself to be somewhat repulsive. But not here. I can’t lie. I think I look dreamy here. Sorry, ladies. I’ve been taken since 1995.

In case anyone has ever wondered what my tonsils look like, here you go. I didn’t have a single beer at this game because I wanted to remember it. However, the night before and the night after was like some kind of New Orleans Caligula party that I threw for myself.

Superbowl 39. This is not your typical “after” picture. Please notice that my eyes are not smiling. The arms seem to be going through the motion and/or I look like I ride a short bus of some kind. Also, please note the second chin that arrived after I started replacing alcohol with food. But to this I quote some 70’s song that goes, “Whatever gets you through the night, it’s alright, it’s alright.”

Thanks for reading this far!  I hope I provided some laughs and/or inspiration.  Thank you to all of my friends and family without whom, my success would not be possible or worth it.

-Alberto

 

 

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