Monday.

It's the beginning of Birthday Week for me. I threw down cash for a couple months at the gym (I'd let my membership lapse) and got a workout/tan in this morning. Having dinner with a friend I haven't seen in a while later this week. Party this Saturday, hangover this Sunday. I'm facing this week with mountains of optimism, despite my advanced age.

I've given up drinking for the week (I will have wine with the aforementioned dinner) in the hopes of hitting a target weight and feeling healthier. I think I've mentioned it before: there's so much alcohol everywhere - it's hard to avoid it. I worked at an office on Friday and they had a martini party that afternoon. I started drinking at 4:30 that afternoon and didn't stop until 2 in the morning because of my DJing gig.

"Gooch," you ask, "didn't your work at the office end at 1pm and you arranged your schedule so that you could go back and drink martinis at 4:30? Didn't you stop somewhere for a drink between the martini party and the DJing job?"

Well, uh, yeah. I guess there's alcohol everywhere... if you look for it. Point well taken. I'm not a victim of society... just of myself.

Out.