guess who's back, back, back?

Saturday night marked the end of my alcohol/substance strike as i daringly broke my way back onto the scene with (drumroll please) a beer and a cigarette. yes, after supporting my own period of prohibition i broke the streak with a beer and a cigarette and i don't even smoke. but when push comes to shove it feels nice not to have the social stigma of being "that girl" when every one else is ordering drinks from the cocktail waitress. and now when i receive my half dozen or so text messages that say "can you be our DD tonight?" every Friday i can casually reply, "sorry. gone drinkin'."