The Third Edition - My Bad Breakup with Wine

I am welcoming March as the sober month. February had many birthdays, random friends, harsh assignments that required some word lubricant (wine...) and wine seemed like it was my best friend at times. So today, I will suffer my last hangover until April. I made a bet with one of my random friends that came to visit, and somewhere between beer No. 2 and wine No. 4, we pinky swore on this bet of who could go the longest without drinking. The loser of the bet has to buy the first round of drinks at our next random meeting. DJ- you are on. I will win this one.
Today, as I cursed the wine and looked forward to the end of a month long binge relationship, I wondered if I was going to miss my love for wine. In a turbulant time of life, wine is a go-to, a constant friend in a city full of strangers, and my confidance when I felt at odds with my self. I spent my birthday on a white couch with a bottle of wine and a pile of snowboard videos. Wine has helped me scribble out writing assignments with a looming deadline. But I need to put on my big girl pants, and learn to write without word lubricant. If I want to write as a career, it would be very sloppy if I was dependant on a wine bottle to make the words come out.
Its always at the end of a realtionship when you can look back and remember all the good times that were shared. Wine and I had some good times - maybe even great times. We both still love and respect one another, and I likely will indulge in bottle again. For now, I am going to do what I do after every bad break-up - watch really bad movies and eat popsicles. Purple popsicles are the best part of any breakup.