To the uninitiated, Eurovision is pretty hard to explain. Portugal’s victory in this year’s contest doesn’t make it any easier.
However, I am more excited about my own personal victory against my sneaky, sneaky brain.
THAT’S RIGHT SNEAKY BRAIN I TOTALLY KICKED YOUR ASS.
Our friends throw a big and boozy Eurovision party almost every year. I’m talking enough alcohol around to make all 12 of us totally paralytic.
Sure, I could’ve avoided it. Stayed at home by myself and watch the live tweets come rolling in knowing friends – including sober ones – were all having a grand time together.
But my recovery doesn’t involve avoiding parties. That’s called life and I am not about to shy away from it. But, it did have its challenging moment.
Yes, just one.
Four months of sobriety is literally just around the corner (if weekends were actually corners. They aren’t so it’s not really literally just around the corner).
I want to hit four months, but for a few minutes tonight my sneaky, sneaky brain thought “or you can take a massive sip out of that big bottle of vodka staring you in the face”.
I don’t fully understand why sneaking is such a thrill that it overrides common sense. All I know is that it just does.
It did when I was the only one in the kitchen totally packed with booze.
I was actually getting drinks for other people so it was perfectly legitimate for anyone to find me with a bottle of anything in my hand. Taking that gigantic swig would’ve been easily done.
Covering up the smell of it on my breath after the fact, probably less so.
Knowing that I wouldn’t be satisfied with one gulp, no matter how large, made me question why I would even want to put myself in the position of having to resist more.
Then it got even more boring trying to calculate whether I would hear someone coming in time just in case they came in while I was mid-gulp.
This all took maybe half a second to go through my brain? Then the thought went.
Some unknown other part of my brain spoke up and said quite clearly “We are so over this now. Go sit down”. And that’s exactly what I did, not giving it any further thought.
Moppy: 1. Sneaky Brain: 0.
It was as confusing and as wonderful as the Eurovision Song Contest itself, but in my case I absolutely deserved to win.
(Sorry Portugal but that song was terrible.)