Six Months Sober
BY KUDI MARADZIKA:
I can’t quite remember the first time I got drunk. Maybe it was when my cousins and I stole sips of wine from our mother’s glasses at one of the numerous family parties. I remember feeling especially giddy and spent the rest of the night in a fit of giggles. Maybe it was when I lost a bet in high school and I had to sip gross beer from the opaque bottle of I guy I liked but who didn't like me. Got to love teenage angst.
I’ve had my phases too. I had a wine phase where I boldly proclaimed that red wine was all I drank. “More Merlot darling”! I had a beer phase when I was trying to be one of the boys and could name all the football players in the English Premier League. Of course I had my gin and tonic phase which was a combination of incredibly fun nights and nights spent drunk dialing an ex to tell him I still loved him.
You’d think I had a drinking problem....