I told myself on Sunday I wouldn’t go out until Saturday this week.
I told myself I would work out everyday and restart my BBG guide by Kayla Itsines.
And, I have.
I have worked out everyday at least once; I did the first circuit last night – my aching body can attest to it…
I didn’t go to $0.50 beer night on Mondays.
I didn’t go to $2 wells on Tuesdays.
But, now it’s Wednesday. Possibly the hardest day to say no to the bars.
WineWednesday is my weakness; I have been to every one since I first received my fake ID, a few days before Valentine’s Day.
One spends an only $5 for an entire full-sized cheap bottle of wine.
The bar holding this glorious deal, was always my stomping ground last semester; I was there almost every night – the bouncers didn’t even check my ID, the bartenders gave me free drinks, and I always knew at least 3/4 of the population under the roof.
Some of my most infamous moments occurred there. As well, it is where I met and became best friends w every single one of the friends I am surrounded w to this day.
It was at this bar I was yakked all over by some fucking frat star bastard.
It was there that I almost fought a fat chick for slapping her boy friend’s best friend repeatedly (which I swear he really did deserve, and he actually thought was fucking hilarious). She kept asking me “who the fuck I thought I was” to which I responded, reiterating plentiful with “upper east side, motherfucker” over and over again.
But, recently… Things have gotten messy.
Messy with the ones I love and care about
Messy with the ones I don’t give a shit about
Messy with the ones I don’t even know
Messy with the ones I see but have never had a conversation with.
It’s messy, and I know I should stay away – but I also know that “should” has never been a word in my vocabulary
But more than anything ::
I know I won’t be strong enough to stay away .