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Monday, January 31, 2005

Giving up the sauce

This weekend, we tried the organic burrito place. It was fantastic, despite having an extremely sullen waitress. The food was amazing. And there's nothing better than knocking back a few Coronas with a burrito slathered in hot sauce.

And I needed the Coronas. I'm not a huge beer drinker. Beer doesn't go down as easily as a gin and tonic or a martini. Very rarely will I even crave the taste. But every now and then, it's exactly what I need.

Halfway through my first bottle, though, I stopped being able to breathe through my nose. In the middle of the second one, I began to sneeze (though that also could have been due to freezing my ass off by the exit). But, only two beers? Even though I took an allergy pill before bed, and drank as much water as I could stomach, all of Sunday, I had a massive pressure headache, and my sinuses were throbbing from being so blocked up. (I'm pretty sure I'm not allergic to alcohol--they just aggravate the allergies.)

But to the point that I think I have to give up drinking. I hate that. I never thought much about it until I decided to give it up. Abstaining is only a hardship when I make the specific decision not to drink. Suddenly I remember how much I like gin and tonics, and how sometimes the perfect way to greet the evening is with a Greyhound. Or how much better a romantic meal is with a bottle of wine.

I hate my sinuses. I want them to die. I want pharmaceutical companies to develop an allergy pill that will actually work. Why is that so much to ask for??


Blogger Meg said...

I know the feeling. I had to stop drinking for a while because it absolutely killed my allergies. I'm actually allergic to hops, barley and something else found in beer, so if I want to drink it, I have to dose up on allergy medicine beforehand. Or if it's allergy season (fall and Christmas time for me--allergic to pine trees), the allergy shots help loads.

And there is nothing better than a Corona with burritos.

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