Detoxing and wind...say what?

Today is the 28th of August. The Windy month. Today has been the first bit of wind we've experienced. I'm not complaining. Thing is, my sinus' are. I am actually struggling to breathe with all the dust and muck circulating through the air. Argh!

Last night rocked. Yes it did. We drank copious amounts of shooters and transformed New Years and the birthday into one. When we "cheers-ed" we all clunk the glasses together shouting: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
It was fun for us. Not so much for the other people, after the 8th or 12th time. Odd that.
A couple of my mates are going on a 6 week detox of no alcohol. Where is the fun in that? Seriously.
I started thinking about this. Is it that hard?

Yes.

Oh shit. Am I an alcoholic?

Noooo.... Am I?

I have been looking back at some of my posts. Debauchery, hangovers, copious amounts of alchohol.
Crap.

Maybe I should do the detox and see how long I last? Can The Blogshell refrain from alcohol for 6 weeks?
Gulp.

Debauchery...just the way I like it!

What a weekend! Is it possible for it to be chilled and debaucherous?
It was. My man was away for the weekend, working.
That meant Friday night was Girly DVD night. I curled up on the couch with 2 DVD's the man would hate. I got the Waitress, which was average and Because I Said So - cute, fun movie!
Lovely! I ate take out, drank wine and chilled.

Woman's Day on Saturday was lovely. I completely vegged out on the couch and then got a call from Special K and Director Boy. That's where it went pear shaped.
"Come to a braai at 5pm."
I did and as I walked through the door I was instantly handed a Jaegermeister. That's how it continued! We drank that new Russian Vodka Water drinks, Wawter (or however you spell it)...we then spent the rest of the night being "Viktoria" and "Tatiana", hokay?
Debauchery took on a whole new level.
Apparently it is not a good idea to drink alcohol in a Jacuzzi. Go figure! The alcohol in blood stream went on an incredible roller coaster ride, oh and the fact that Special "Viktoria" K and I finished half a bottle of Peach Schnapps.
Debauchery!
I couldn't drive, so I left my car there and Special K's man took the two of us home (wait...that sounds bad!) He was such a star and by that I don't mean porn star. Good grief.
He made us tea, which Special K spilt down the passage and in the morning I woke up to coffee, scrambled eggs and the mother of all headaches!
Charming!
I got a call from my man who had arrived home from his trip and I had the housekeys in my car...at Director Boy's house.
I finally got home to find the man lying on the grass waiting for me. Sunday was chilled. Really chilled! I-feel-sorry-for-myself-chilled. I'm-not-moving-off-this-couch-and-you-can't-make-me-chilled.

I'm working my butt off this week. It is a don't-stop-running week and I have got my six pack of Red Bulls ready!