Drink of Choice

Most of us if we considered ourselves connoisseurs of the demon rum had a drink of choice.  After I put down my drug of choice cocaine I picked up vodka as the next best mind altering substance that most mimicked that devastating white powder. Although this is an AA blog we should touch on that drug somewhere along the line because it has devastating and sometimes everlasting effects on the user way beyond the pocketbook.  

Back on topic about my DOC, vodka and it’s first cousin the martini had me in its web for quite some time, 1000 days as I have chronicled here and it was to me much like a narcotic as it had to be within arms reach at all times. I made sure that I always had a backup quart of Absolut in the freezer in case time found me at loose ends and an empty glass on my nightstand.  

Of course if vodka wasn’t available beer or Dewar’s and soda would fill in but it was always vodka in my end of days before I was able to extinguish that  nightmare existence of my life.  My drink of choice never failed me and if I was careful as careful as a drunk could be, I usually didn’t drink too much the night before so I could pick up the night after. Vodka almost had a mind of its own over me until I got sick and tired of being sick and tired. It was a very quick way for me to get launched into my happy zone and unlike beer, which might take a full belly, vodka got me off until it was my time to turn myself off at night. The drink of choice is one sign that our ride is over if we are ever going to get off that dizzy merry go round.