Dipsomaniac

Tuesday: margaritas and wine in Grant Park while watching E.T. with eight friends
Wednesday: a couple of cranberry-and-vodkas with a dozen co-workers after work, followed by Irish carbombs at an Irish superpub (then live samba/bossanova music at another bar-cum-restaurant)
Thursday: a bottle of sparkling white wine at my apartment with a girlfriend, followed by a gargantuan glass of Shiraz at our local bar, followed by an amaretto stone sour at a nightclub
Friday: a few more cranberry-and-vodkas at an open bar Illini alumi event with a few pals
Saturday: three free champagne cocktails at a lounge with a couple friends; more bar/club-hopping
Sunday: a couple of raspberry margaritas at a Latin bar with an American, four Germans, and an Austrian

Monday: a bar-hopping date
Tuesday: a wine-tasting date
Wednesday: farewell drinks with co-workers
Thursday: possibly more drinking with a friend

Does anyone see a recurring theme here?

Truly, I'm a bit disappointed in my behavior. When will I realise I haven't been in college for over two years? Sure, I've managed to come out of the past week with a few dates lined up (believe me, I'm as surprised as you are) and with a VIP pass to a club, but has it been worth it? I was only hungover once--the wine hangover being the worst form to have--and I eased off the drinking over the weekend. But I'm tired, out of money, and wish that instead of going out for more drinking the next three days, I could go out to eat. But nooooooo...we must go out for drinks.

Perhaps I'm subconsciously trying to make up for lost time: next week I'll spend at my grandfather's cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, with nary a bar or alcoholic beverage to be had.

'Twill be quiet
and boring
and wonderful.