I am not a Catholic and have never participated in Lent before. Although, this year, a lot of my Facebook friends continuously reminded me of this phenomenal event where they give something up for 40 days and feel better about themselves (Ok, I actually Wikipedia’d it but all I got was penitence because Christ fasted). So, naturally, I decided there were things that I could (ok, should) probably give up too.
My choice? Alcohol. Which barely beat out cursing, but I didn’t think my sailor tendencies could handle it.
Evidently my love of booze can’t either. Approximately 21 hours into this glorious Ash Wednesday and I crack. I was waiting on a table that wanted to try our new beverage, so I poured her a small sample from the bottle to test. She despised it! What else is a girl to do with an open bottle of beer and freshly baked pizza for dinner?
Thank goodness I’m a non-denominational Christian. I just can’t take the pressure!