As you may recall, I gave up booze for Lent. Not the most brilliant decision, but I'm managing. It helps that in what the Boy refers to as "my contract with Jesus," I gave myself an exception for April 2. Before Lent, we'd made arrangements to see some friends in Portland, ME (where I'd be officiating a little roller derby action), and we planned to go to a brewpub or two while we were there.
It was a small fact I remembered as I made my Lenten resolution. Hence, the exception.
Let me tell you, the drinking was fantastic.
Well, backing up a minute. We went to two beer joints: Sea Dog Brew Pub, and the Lion's Pride, which is a big Belgian beer place. At Sea Dog I had two beers, a blonde and a blueberry wheat. Both were tasty. Both were <5% ABV. Both went straight to my head.
Food helped a little bit, and I managed to finish a Stillwater Of Love and Regret, this really tasty herby beer that I'd love to drink again.
However, by the end of the evening, I was fairly crocked over a small amount of beer, and I didn't really like that feeling. I enjoy a beverage at the end of the day, should I feel like one. I don't like seeing my tolerance slim down to nothing. I don't like getting silly over nothing. It's not fun--I feel like less of an adult when I can't manage a couple of drinks.
The good news is that I only have a few weeks left in my Lenten adventure. Then I can resume enjoying beverages the way they should be enjoyed. Do I think this experiment is silly? No. If anything, it's taught me that everything in moderation is good. Drink too much, and you'll have to stop drinking for life. Enjoy a little bit, and you can savor it forever.