The only thing fat about today is me
So it's Fat Tuesday today, meaning tomorrow is the start of Lent. Now, I was not raised Catholic, but the Bear was, so we're having a debate. Bear thinks we should give up something for Lent and has been going on about what to give up. She's been wrestling with it, but finally came up with alcohol. Bear's going to give up alcohol for 40 days. That's fine, except of course, for the fact that we're married.
"So what are you going to give up?" she asks me. I don't know how to answer this. "I think I'll give up snorting coke," I replied. "You don't do coke, you have to give up something you do."
"What if I give up not doing coke?" I was going for the technicality, but I guess God doesn't buy into those.
So it's Fat Tuesday and I'm faced with the peer pressure to go 40 days without the gin and juice. That's fine if you live somewhere warm, but this is Portland. It's miserable out and it's very much a beer culture. Will I follow suit? I'm on the fence. But until then, I'm counting down the hour and getting ready to get out of work for some good old fashioned binge before you purge fun.


