Okay, fine. It was 23 days technically, but it damn near felt like an eternity. Let me start by saying I’m not an alcoholic. I know people think it’s hip to playfully hint at alcoholism when referring to the way they drink, but that’s not me. I only failed the month due to a birthday.
I do, however, drink a lot. I work in an open office with both a keg and a fully-stocked bar. On top of that, I’m paid to drink and review whiskey so my desk is constantly loaded with bottles.
This whole thing came about after a particularly crippling hangover. I blame it on my recent condemnation of some highly-effective hangover pills I was sent—which, in retrospect, may have been a terrible idea. Based on the condition of my brain and my stomach, I decided to spend a month sober. It was a lot harder than I ever could have imagined and now I love drinking more than ever. This is what I learned.