WITHBad days often start with a bad hangover. The September morning when I decided to quit drinking was one of those days. A few hours before making the decision, I was drunk at the Uber house and repeatedly told myself that I was a complete idiot. It was half past three in the morning, and at eight o’clock I had to go to an important private meeting that would last until the evening. Hour after hour, beer after beer, I put off the trip home.
That evening I arranged to meet an old friend in the hotel lobby where an acquaintance of my friend was giving a lecture. We sat at a table next to several hotel guests who had stumbled upon the event, and listened as the author bravely read selected chapters of his novel while his audience dwindled. That evening I planned to drink bottled water. I was about to turn 30 and knew I couldn’t handle a night of drinking like I had a few years ago. But as we sat on the terrace of the hotel restaurant, I felt that I needed to give the evening some impetus.
Source: Frantfurter Allgemeine
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