I recently decided to do a little project called Sober November to get ready for the fast-approaching silly season. A recent injury had seen my fitness levels drop to a pretty abysmal rate, and it was time to get back into some resemblance of fitness. A nice ETOH detox looked like an excellent start.

Except I missed 1 November and decided to call it a 29-day detox.

Reunion Time

Then, on the 2 November, my good friend Launchie arrived from Durban and popped in for a surprise visit with his wife. We were so stoked to see each other that we would be neglectful if we didn’t have a few beers together and reminisce about the good times.

Out of the blue, my mom-in-law invited the family for dinner as she had something to celebrate. We headed out as a family for dinner at Twenty-Two Eatery and Wine Bar, which you can read all about here, and it was a wonderful evening.
It was a Friday evening, and the vibe was fantastic, and a carafe of red wine just appeared on the table, and it would have been remiss of me not to have a little glass with my dinner, in the Italian way.

Saturday Night

So, that put me down to 28 days of detox. “It’s still good and still doable’, I thought, except for Saturday night.

I needed to go and get some vittles from the village, and while out, I realised that I needed some petrol. So, my departure from the town and the temptations were delayed. While waiting for the fuel to pour, I received a little instructive WhatsApp message that there was a need for some white wine in the house.

The Road To Hell

To cut a long story short, Sober November will not happen, but the moral of the story is that life happens. We need to enjoy ourselves. Summer is here, and the days are longer, and we can’t beat ourselves up over perceived weaknesses. The road to hell may be paved with good intentions, but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

So it’s cheers to summer!

The editor.