Right, so before you write me off as a spiralizing bore who has seen the light of sober living and wants to share – just hear me out.
I really don’t get the self-indulgent hoopla that surrounds short-term abstinence. From ‘Dry July’ to ‘Sober October’, people go all sparkly eyed for a month, Instagramming their Saturday-morning runs (WATCHING THE SUN COME UP IN THE PARK #blessed) then, the minute those 30 days are up, neck the shiraz as if nothing ever happened and sobriety was that short-lived fling they’d now like to forget. I also wonder what they all get up to during these cold, long, lucid weeks. Are they really attending ballet fusion classes, baking kale chips and writing their first novel, or are they actually just lying in a dark room weeping into their Shloer and watching Netflix? Are they able to socialize, date, attend work events and – dare I say it – HAVE FUN?
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The reason I ask is that for a while now I’ve been questioning my own attitude to alcohol. I’m young, I live in London, I work in publishing and I really like to drink. I like it very much. That cold, crisp glass of chardonnay, the post-work G&T, the free champagne at book events (okay, warm wine), the bottles of red during cosy midweek dinners, a Bloody Mary at Sunday lunch, pale pink rosé in a beer garden... I could go on, and I do, a lot. Often 'til dawn.
However, like most of life’s enjoyable things, there’s the inevitable downside. If I’ve had a heavy night, I feel sluggish, anxious and mean. This is most likely because, in addition to increasing the risk of liver disease, cancer and high blood pressure, alcohol is a powerful depressant and those sleepless, mournful nights worrying about wine-fuelled rants taken too far are rife among young professionals who enjoy a drink or five.
“Women start to have alcohol-related problems at lower drinking levels than men do” says Dr Sarah Jarvis, medical advisor at DrinkAware. “This is because women’s bodies have a higher ratio of fat to water so they’re less able to dilute alcohol within the body.” Despite such facts, women are continuing to pack it away: “In 2013, among adults who had drunk alcohol in the last week, 51% of women drank more than the lower risk daily guidelines, including 22% of women who drank more than twice this.”
So why do we continue to inflict such misery on ourselves? Do we essentially just like to have a good time, or is there something embedded in our social behaviours that enables us? Is peer pressure a factor? Dr Jarvis seems to think so: “Anecdotally I hear a lot of instances of women who feel guilty about their own drinking and seek to ‘normalize’ their behaviour by persuading others to join them.”
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Taking all this into account and with the festive season in full swing, I’m curious to see what life could be like without hazy hangovers, shame spirals and endless Uber receipts. Can a sober woman ever be the belle of the ball or must she scuttle off to a reclusive life of Netflix and FOMO? I’m giving myself two weeks to find out. I won’t report on every day as some, inevitably, will be tedious.
DAY ONE | THE SUNDAY PUB SESSION
Challenge number one: the enticing warmth and allure of a cosy pub with pals on a Sunday afternoon. Oh, the smell of gravy and musty ale, the rugby echoing in the background. Avoiding the usual glass of red, I neck a few Diet Cokes, have a pleasant time, leave early and, devoid of the usual Sunday-night anxiety, feel relatively ready for the week ahead. This is day one. It was always going to be easy.
Challenge number one: the enticing warmth and allure of a cosy pub with pals on a Sunday afternoon. Oh, the smell of gravy and musty ale, the rugby echoing in the background. Avoiding the usual glass of red, I neck a few Diet Cokes, have a pleasant time, leave early and, devoid of the usual Sunday-night anxiety, feel relatively ready for the week ahead. This is day one. It was always going to be easy.
DAY TWO | THE BOOK LAUNCH
I am such a sucker for the free bar at a work event. I am also very bad at networking – quite possibly the worst – so the comfort of a drink makes me feel more at ease. So much so that I’m often the last one standing, propped at the bar, obnoxiously ranting about a serious literary subject I don’t have a clue about. Yet this time is different. I’m more reserved, yes, but also interested, controlled and paying more attention to what people are actually saying. Could networking actually be better without Dutch courage? Surely not. I also proceed to eat a vast amount of the glutinous, deep-fried canapés. Completely permissible when one’s calorie intake has been so reduced.
I am such a sucker for the free bar at a work event. I am also very bad at networking – quite possibly the worst – so the comfort of a drink makes me feel more at ease. So much so that I’m often the last one standing, propped at the bar, obnoxiously ranting about a serious literary subject I don’t have a clue about. Yet this time is different. I’m more reserved, yes, but also interested, controlled and paying more attention to what people are actually saying. Could networking actually be better without Dutch courage? Surely not. I also proceed to eat a vast amount of the glutinous, deep-fried canapés. Completely permissible when one’s calorie intake has been so reduced.
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DAY THREE | THE BOYFRIEND
Oh yes, him. The midweek tipple tempter! Over dinner, when I explain the nature of my experiment, boyfriend looks somewhat skeptical as he sips glumly on his lonely bottle of ale: “Um, you mean for the whole two weeks?” he whines. “What a boring idea. I just got back from holiday, I thought we’d get pissed!” The struggle is real.
Oh yes, him. The midweek tipple tempter! Over dinner, when I explain the nature of my experiment, boyfriend looks somewhat skeptical as he sips glumly on his lonely bottle of ale: “Um, you mean for the whole two weeks?” he whines. “What a boring idea. I just got back from holiday, I thought we’d get pissed!” The struggle is real.
DAY FIVE | THE THEATRE TRIP
A trip to the theatre in adulthood has seen popcorn and Tango Blasts replaced by artisan chocolate and large plastic tumblers of shiraz. This time, an enormous bag of Maltesers has to do. If you can avoid the up-sell, the cinema is a great alternative to the pub. Just pick your film wisely – no one should be expected to sit through Aquaman without some mild form of sedation.
A trip to the theatre in adulthood has seen popcorn and Tango Blasts replaced by artisan chocolate and large plastic tumblers of shiraz. This time, an enormous bag of Maltesers has to do. If you can avoid the up-sell, the cinema is a great alternative to the pub. Just pick your film wisely – no one should be expected to sit through Aquaman without some mild form of sedation.
DAY SIX | THE FRIDAY NIGHT
Oh no, it’s here: Friday. A night that would often start with a few post-work swifties and conclude with a 5am Uber and a Saturday morning made up of Advil, nausea, regret and a crawl to the sofa for the Coronation Street omnibus. By 4pm this particular weekend I discover that no one – not one friend or lover – wants to hang out with a sober sad act on a Friday night and I find myself devoid of all plans. However, after a few hours of self-pity and cranberry juice sipped longingly from a wine glass, I actually rather enjoy going to bed hours before anyone else. There is something satisfying about clean sheets, a book and hours of sleep ahead. Especially when you know all your peers are out there, partying hard towards the oncoming hangover doom.
Oh no, it’s here: Friday. A night that would often start with a few post-work swifties and conclude with a 5am Uber and a Saturday morning made up of Advil, nausea, regret and a crawl to the sofa for the Coronation Street omnibus. By 4pm this particular weekend I discover that no one – not one friend or lover – wants to hang out with a sober sad act on a Friday night and I find myself devoid of all plans. However, after a few hours of self-pity and cranberry juice sipped longingly from a wine glass, I actually rather enjoy going to bed hours before anyone else. There is something satisfying about clean sheets, a book and hours of sleep ahead. Especially when you know all your peers are out there, partying hard towards the oncoming hangover doom.
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DAY SEVEN | THE DINNER PARTY
Today is a tough one: hosting dinner. Normally I’ll be topping up wine glasses from the moment I start peeling veg to the moment we crack open whatever we can find in my cupboard (Cointreau, anyone?) and I shove my last gesticulating guest into a cab at 2am. Coincidentally and thankfully, my friends opt not to drink either and instead I create a ‘mocktail’ (ghastly phrase) consisting of elderflower, soda water and mint. It’s a lot easier when people aren’t drinking around you but if they do, creating a delicious, elaborate drink can help. Another positive? Tidying up sober is considerably less tedious.
Today is a tough one: hosting dinner. Normally I’ll be topping up wine glasses from the moment I start peeling veg to the moment we crack open whatever we can find in my cupboard (Cointreau, anyone?) and I shove my last gesticulating guest into a cab at 2am. Coincidentally and thankfully, my friends opt not to drink either and instead I create a ‘mocktail’ (ghastly phrase) consisting of elderflower, soda water and mint. It’s a lot easier when people aren’t drinking around you but if they do, creating a delicious, elaborate drink can help. Another positive? Tidying up sober is considerably less tedious.
DAY NINE | THE BOOK LAUNCH (again)
Here we are again, another work do. This one is in a scene Shoreditch hotel where the pale ale is plentiful and, most importantly, free. I really did fancy a drink here, everyone looked so fun and happy and I got jealous. So with an empty stomach (no canapés, WTF?) and a grumpy face I sack off the networking and head home at 8.30pm to bed, via the 10 o’clock news. When sober, sometimes the best thing to do is just remove oneself.
Here we are again, another work do. This one is in a scene Shoreditch hotel where the pale ale is plentiful and, most importantly, free. I really did fancy a drink here, everyone looked so fun and happy and I got jealous. So with an empty stomach (no canapés, WTF?) and a grumpy face I sack off the networking and head home at 8.30pm to bed, via the 10 o’clock news. When sober, sometimes the best thing to do is just remove oneself.
DAY 10 | THE PARENTS
Parents are the best people to drink wine with. Firstly, they’re good company, and secondly, they order the good stuff: the delicious, buttery wines that I would never find on the menu because they don’t say ‘house’ next to them. Unfortunately, on this occasion I sit there sulkily as boyfriend and parents share a bottle. Feel left out.
Parents are the best people to drink wine with. Firstly, they’re good company, and secondly, they order the good stuff: the delicious, buttery wines that I would never find on the menu because they don’t say ‘house’ next to them. Unfortunately, on this occasion I sit there sulkily as boyfriend and parents share a bottle. Feel left out.
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DAY 13 | THE BIRTHDAY DO
Birthdays are always tough as the host always looks slightly miffed if you don’t chuck celebratory shots down your jugular and HAVE ALL THE FUN AT EVERY SECOND OF EVERY MOMENT. But luckily I found the loophole. After shiftily whispering for a soft drink menu, the nice bartender presented me with the fanciest of drinks that looked tropical and full of rum. No one noticed that it wasn’t and, by the time you hit 9pm, no one can see straight anyway!
Birthdays are always tough as the host always looks slightly miffed if you don’t chuck celebratory shots down your jugular and HAVE ALL THE FUN AT EVERY SECOND OF EVERY MOMENT. But luckily I found the loophole. After shiftily whispering for a soft drink menu, the nice bartender presented me with the fanciest of drinks that looked tropical and full of rum. No one noticed that it wasn’t and, by the time you hit 9pm, no one can see straight anyway!
DAY 14 | THE CONCLUSION
Right, here we are. The end. Did I miss alcohol? Yes, at times, I really did. But did I need it? Surprisingly, not as much as expected. Although nights were certainly less raucous, work events were more interesting, less centred around the clamber to the free wine. Dinners with friends were fun – I realized I actually really like these people, which is something you don’t always appreciate with wine lenses on. Will I start drinking again? Absolutely, but I will do so with the comfort of knowing that I can easily go without, too, and as the party season approaches I will be much more mindful of how much I’m necking. Just don’t let me near any canapés.
Right, here we are. The end. Did I miss alcohol? Yes, at times, I really did. But did I need it? Surprisingly, not as much as expected. Although nights were certainly less raucous, work events were more interesting, less centred around the clamber to the free wine. Dinners with friends were fun – I realized I actually really like these people, which is something you don’t always appreciate with wine lenses on. Will I start drinking again? Absolutely, but I will do so with the comfort of knowing that I can easily go without, too, and as the party season approaches I will be much more mindful of how much I’m necking. Just don’t let me near any canapés.
Top tips for going boozeless:
· Whether at a dinner party or bar, arm yourself with a fancy alcohol-free cocktail. Do not depend on Diet Coke or water.
· Don’t look grumpy. If you’re not enjoying yourself, go home.
· Eat! You’ve earned those calories.
· Spend! You’ve saved so much money.
· Go to the cinema. It’s great and you won’t fall asleep.
· When you do finally drink, savour it; enjoy it. Go to Claridges. Order champagne.
· Whether at a dinner party or bar, arm yourself with a fancy alcohol-free cocktail. Do not depend on Diet Coke or water.
· Don’t look grumpy. If you’re not enjoying yourself, go home.
· Eat! You’ve earned those calories.
· Spend! You’ve saved so much money.
· Go to the cinema. It’s great and you won’t fall asleep.
· When you do finally drink, savour it; enjoy it. Go to Claridges. Order champagne.
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