Sober

Seven nights of drinking, partying and having fun in a row is just a little bit on the upper part of the scale for me. Going home around four in the morning daily and having to wake up again around ten was just too much to handle during the last four days and making it to work the days before was equally a challenge. 

Since I'm going back to work again tomorrow, I decided and told myself that I'll retain sober tonight and not go out anywhere; just have some me time alone and chill. It was all looking well in place until my dad called me in the early evening asking if I was free for dinner. Knowing how long has it been since I met him and to prevent the feel of him thinking I'm avoiding him, not that I am, but it's more like a conditional avoidance - if it makes any logic sense. 

Anyways, I agreed to join him for dinner and told him that I'm not picking the venue as we always have issues with the places I pick. Simplified, I love eating by the streets while my dad think that a dinner should be somewhere you can have a conversation. I guess it's a businessmen mentality. 

Dinner was so awkwardly silent as I was trying very hard to not fall for his traps. All in all, a two hour dinner just had like three minutes of conversation.

How's work?

I'm surviving. Same old.....nothing unusual

Good..studies?

Awaiting results. Should be out sometime in February

Okay...dating?

On and off..u know

Anyone in particular?

Nope..not currently. But there is someone that I think I'm beginning to like...

That's good..I'm listening..

Nah, too soon..don't keep your hopes high. I don't have any myself that it'll work out

But..

Food's here, I'm starved. Would you mind?

And that's all the conversation we ever had. Just told him thanks for the dinner after eating and took leave. To be honest, I see him about twice, maybe thrice a year at the most, that I don't even know what to talk about. I can't  and wouldn't ask him anything about his business as he'll then try to steer me into joining him. Anything else and we normally end up arguing as I don't see things from his perspective and neither does he understand my direction.

Dinner was my sole event for the day other than being sober. Somehow, I miss the feeling of being mildly intoxicated. Ah, what the heck, I'm going to treat myself to the bottle of Bourbon that has been there for a while now. Afterall, a one day break wouldn't do much help and through my logic - after a week of my liver working overtime, a break today and hard work again tomorrow onwards would only subject it to shock. Better to keep the pace steady.LOLz!