I’m beaten down with all the things experts tell me I shouldn’t do. Enough already. The straw that broke this camel’s back was the Surgeon General saying all alcohol is bad and it’s probably going to kill me. What!? Get off my ass.
I’m well aware that large quantities of alcohol are not good. That could be said about many things, right? Surely it does not mean I have to give up the juice altogether? Given the state of global politics, I’m going to need my nightly glass of red wine. I don’t want to feel guilty about it. Fuck that!
In this same vein, I’m over fucking dry January. What pompous ass came up with this shit? January is the worst month of the year. If there was ever a month I needed a drink, it certainly is January—especially this January.
Maybe I don’t like extremes. Isn’t there a saying that everything is okay in moderation? Now obviously, this is not true if you are hurting someone or even breaking the law. Well, it’s also not true with an STD, but we are not talking about those things. I just want an occasional drink. Hell, I NEED an occasional drink just to get by in this wacky world.
Granted, I have worked in the alcoholic beverage industry for more than 20 years. Booze helps pay my bills. Even if it didn’t, I would still be imbibing. Please! Just give me a little joy and distraction from this dumpster fire of a world. Is this too much to ask? I think not.
It should be noted I do many things that are good for me. I eat very healthily and I exercise. I’m well-read. I’m compassionate AF and truly care about others. Do these things not deserve a guilt-free glass of red wine? I certainly think so.
Go ahead and put the warning on the bottle. I’m ready to dance with danger and I’m keeping my wine cave full, folks. I know that, along with my bourbon collection, my house is a fire hazard. So be it! I promise I will never judge you for having a drink. I hope you live a long life despite it. Life is short anyway. Enjoy it!
At the end of the day, I have very few vices. I could actually narrow it down to two if pressed. I drink and I cuss. I’m not giving up either. Would I be a better person if I did? Perhaps, but sometimes you just have to settle for good enough. I’m good enough. Dammit. Now where is my wine?
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
