My favourite bartender at the Bollywood bar has managed to keep her January dry. And she's managed to lose 5 kilos in the process. How much have I lost? Well, I wouldn't know since I don't own a scale! But my guess is... none.
Remember the documentary I was working in, about that legendary rock band? Well, the fan club had a meeting in which the main character's brother was playing. An absolute sweetheart whom I met during last summer's festival, too.
The drummer had a gig with his new band and I even had tickets. But what did I do? I showed up at the brother's gig and sat through it clutching a Diet Coke. The gig was great (even without the booze-fuelled buzz) and he even dedicated a song for me- man, I felt smug!
Some of the people recognized me from last summer and commented on how "professional" and "dignified" I had come across as. Crikey! They all seem very excited about seeing the actual documentary too... and they're not the only ones. I still haven't seen a single clip myself. I talked with some of the organizers of the festival and they, too, seem to have grown somewhat disillusioned with The Director and his ability to deliver any of his lofty promises.
Being sober might be the responsible thing to do, but it sure ain't fun. So, after the brother's gig I sold my tickets, opted out of a night on the town with them and headed home. Sober and so bored.
This responsible lifestyle just isn't me.
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