It may seem ridiculous, but I gave up alcohol for Lent. Even though I’m not Christian, I find something ever-so-slightly appealing in the idea. I like to break my habits. It’s not just for the sake of my innate perversity; breaking habits is refreshing. Plus not drinking for forty days might even be healthy.

Yesterday was day number ten. Xy and I went out for a fine dinner at Tommy’s Cuisine, a relatively new restaurant which is located right underneath our old apartment in Julia Place. The host seated us and asked if we wanted anything to drink.

“Can they make a Sazerac?” I asked.

The host winked at me. “The best in the city.”

Totally habitual. It wasn’t until the drink arrived that I remembered I was on a sobriety binge. But I was too embarrassed to send it back, and too cheap to let it go to waste. So I drank it.

What the hell, I had two. They were good.

I don’t take the Lenten thing to seriously, but I wish I’d remembered. Ah well. Today, I’m back on the wagon.

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