The last three months of 2009 were massively debaucherous and saw me drinking, whether at home or out every night of the week. I had a fucking ball, but even I knew that the party girl must get locked in the closet for a while as I sort out my life, liver and love for both.
2009 was meant to be '2000 and Mine' but as several of my girls will agree, things didn't turn out quite like that. 2009 was undoubtedly a good year - I had a killer year at work, went to The States twice, took my mum to the Northern Territory, did Melbourne a million times and took this blog to new levels of narcissism in profiling my work for Acclaim, Sneaker Freaker, Twothousand as well as managing to dress myself day in day out - but alas it ended in a bad break up and I now I don't even speak to the once love of my life... Moving on...
This year holds for me a change in career (deets to come next week) a new project launching in March (deets to come in Feb) a new house mate, and a total reassessment of my attitude and outlook on life.
Sober January, realistically, was totally unrealistic. There are so many good parties on, and at the end of a hard week there is nothing more I enjoy then getting written off and dancing like a retarded sweating mess. I think the key to practicality in my partying lifestyle is 'moderation' and maybe ignoring the massive cocktail on my leg which tells me to have 'One Drink 4 Courage' Ahem.
SO... The new rules for success are: No mid week drinking. No wine with dinner, no sneaky beers and definitely no school night benders... UNLESS I have a client function or a super good international act is out etc. Stop rolling your eyes, that's a legal loophole/clause...
THEN... One night of weekend boozing only. None of this getting wasted all weekend and sleeping all day when the sun is shining outside and getting no work done shit.
ALSO... No beer/wine/cider/bourbon - these are the culprits in my cottage cheese looking legs. I never had cellulite when I was a drug pig! Booze has made me porky so I'm outsmarting it's sugary delights but sticking to Vodka + Soda with fresh lime only. I'm also walking to work 3 times a week. Fuck this is sounding ambitious? Oh yeah and I've quit smoking too, well, I can smoke when I drink so I'm smoking once a week... Baby steps eh.
That all said, here's a selection of goodness to enjoy in ONE SINGLE WEEKEND of non-sober January. Fuck you Sydney for having such an epic fucking month of partying. When on when will you give my wallet a break baller?
Friday night: Diplo & Amanda Blank
Saturday Day/Saturday night: Sydney Festival featuring Al Green (for free!) then Method Man/Redman then a warehouse party in my hood...
Sunday: Days Like This Festival
Monday: Hatesville