Beautiful things have happened in the last nine months. Things so beautiful that for once in my life I have hope, as, after a string of self- sabotaged disasters, I have found myself in a thriving, healthy relationship. In true 'spooky-girl' style, we met on All Hallow's Eve, I was dressed as Harley Quinn, and determined to find myself a Joker. More specifically, a Heath Ledger Joker. I pulled my hair into messy pigtails, squeezed into my black/red outfit and smeared paint on my face and arms until I looked as crazy as I felt. After a less than enthralling house party and escorting a paralytic friend home, I made it to 'Tokes' at around 1 am, and after catching the eye of around five different Joker incarnations, I found him. Dancing in the middle of the platform, my own perfect Mr J. He looked so beautiful, with his long curly hair and painted face. I battled through the sweaty mass of gyrating bodies and hauled myself up onto the platform. We have spoken almost every day since.
As I had found my 'partner-in-crime,' someone who turned out to be as enthusiastic about food and drink as me, then ensued the wallet busting late evenings watching his band playing, going out for meals and drinks, or simply getting take-away's at 2 am when late night hunger spikes niggled us. I got swept up in it because I was, and am still, so happy. However, hitting the big TWO OH has meant my body cannot stand the alcohol assaults it once could with hangovers hitting harder than ever, skin breaking out and just generally getting fatter. And I have got fatter. Much, much fatter. I've decided to give up alcohol, as I believe that this is the main culprit (I have also made significant changes to my diet, but that is another post) so when my friends arranged a night out, I decided that I would have to try to have an entirely alcohol free night out- something that I have never experienced before. As I sit here tapping away at my keyboard, I feel a sense of trepidation at how my conversational skills will fare without a bottle of liquid luck at my side, but they are my close friends, so it is a good place to start.
Let's see how it goes!
1:02 am
Getting home without the feeling of either imminent sleep or vomit, was pleasurable. Also, the lack of extreme hunger which usually fueled me into cooking and eating a full meal in the early hours was a bonus. With regards to the evening, I spent a total of one pound and seventy pence on drinks and managed to have a pleasant evening. I am feeling rather disconnected from people lately, unfortunately, it is a burden that we have to bare being newly vegan, having the blinders ripped off you so suddenly and having to live with the realisation that the majority of the people you know and love are contributing to the very thing that you stand against. I feel incredibly lucky to have my partner in crime, as he gives me someone to whine and lament to when i'm feeling the most helpless and, being a 'happy-go-lucky' person, he is incredibly good at lifting my spirits. Other than that I found that my conversation was no more awkward than when I do drink, I must operate at a steady level of awkwardness. I am looking forward to having no hangover tomorrow!
