Here at Spindle, we arrived back to the studio for the commencement of our dry January to a large bottle of Sailor Jerry’s spiced rum… Which was almost like a sign from the alcohol God’s, you could just hear them on your shoulder whispering, “don’t be silly babe, you know you won’t last a week, let alone a month”. And it would be slightly blasphemous to ignore a sign from the alcohol God’s, no?
The terrible thing is that I broke my dry January without realising I did so. Whilst minding my own business at London Collections: Men this weekend, I was enjoying presentations by Hentsch Man and Belstaff, as well as shows by YMC and Agi + Sam, when I was confronted by ‘free drinks’. And to someone who is still somewhat in a “student” mindset, I jumped at the chance of ‘free’ anything (no judging here please). Without a second thought I grabbed mine and went for a second soon after. It wasn’t until I was regaling anecdotes of my weekend at LCM to friends, may I add it was after boasting “I haven’t actually had a drink this month, I may as well do dry January, I’m amazing blah blah blah”… That they continued to point out my large mistake. Who was I to know accepting free drinks meant I broke dry January? I’m only human.
But why do people do it in the first place. I understand the “gotta save after this massive crimbo splurge” malarkey, but where is the fun in that? Who wants to go for a drink with someone who orders a diet coke? Or worse… tap water. Whilst you’re there with your cocktail exploding with fruit and a couple of sparklers sparkling out of it with an expression of guilt and happiness spread across your face like a confused bee in winter. Do you know what, you go ahead and order as many cocktails as you want. I now rename ‘Dry January’ as ‘Wet January’. Fill your boots with liquid my lovelies.