No More Party For Mr. Party

As some of you know, and other individuals don't: The Rooster has decided to take some time away from the bottle. Yep, I have given up drinking. What can I say, it was time to do it, and to be honest it hasn't been easy and has made me cranky from time to time. I also tried hard to give up coffee and soda, although I have had two sodas and three small cups of coffee in the last fifteen days, which in my opinion isn't a bad thing.

I know some of my friends think that this change has been a bit drastic and they have wondered what has brought it on. I suppose many things such as nights of just not remembering all the details, spending too much money on booze and one good scolding from an old friend. Thus, just an accumulation of things has brought on this change. Oh, did I mention that I was getting mad chubs.

These things aren't easy to write to be honest and as much as it is therapeutic, well it is a bit painful and embarrassing. Yet, I feel that writing this is the best way to get it out. I guess that's what this here blog is for. I mean you have to do the math and maybe you will understand. I have been hitting the party scene (check pictures below) since I was about 15 years old. So you can see how long I have been at this and I think my body just said...I need a rest, Rooster. So here I am on the wagon and when out with friends on the town I sit there ordering cranberry juice...haha! Who would have ever thought? I try not to bring down the mood with my abstinence from drinking but I can see it weighs on some of my friends, and for that I say, sorry.

I know all the hoopla over me stopping will end soon. And the sooner the better to be honest. I come from a drinking family to be honest and everyone one in my family likes a good party (except maybe my mom and sister). That is just what I grew up around, it was always just a given that you would drink when you were with family and friends. In many ways it was second nature. But sometimes you just need a break and that is where I am now and the sooner the hoopla is over the easier it will be for me. For hearing friends laugh and call me a faker is kind of hard to deal with when there are beers in front of you to drink.

Also, did I mention that eating right and running everyday also sucks. Dear God, can I have a big plate of ribs soon. Serious, eating right and watching calories is something that has been hard to do and I've slipped only a few times. But I do lay the blame mostly on the Hooters girls in Atlantic City who gave me some free wings because I charmed them when they messed up my order...cough!cough!

In closing, I just wanted to thank my friend, Melissa for giving me a "nice scolding" about my drinking. Mel, I do wish there was a way I could repay you for your kind scolding words to clean up my act. I send you good vibes and you are entitled to a free dinner when you are in NYC again.

Here is a picture of Mel and I.

Mas Fotos

Not Sorry...but still more pictures

Sorry More Pictures