The Evil Twin must have made an appearance because, when I “came to”, I was at the bar, talking to Susan, with a cigarette attached to the end of my arm.

“I’m holding a cigarette,” I observed.

“Yes, you are,” Sue concurred.

I shrugged. Might as well smoke the rest of it.

And, with that, my promise to quit smoking went up in smoke.

Tired of being cooped up, I went to a party last night. My detox comes with an iron-clad alcohol (and smoking) clause. I figured I’d use it. Forgive me, father, but I’ve been alcohol free for three and a half weeks. I need a drink!

“Don’t get drunk,” Nicolas warned me over the phone. “You already have a bad reputation.”

“Good,” I replied, “I won’t have too far to fall.”

First, I asked for a single tequila and a soda water. Then I remembered that I could barely taste the alcohol on that. I quickly revised the order to a double tequila. After the first glass, I was already tipsy.

I bounced around a lot. Literally. I danced a lot too. And I’m pretty sure that I hugged everyone.

I just texted David, the bar owner, to ask how much the damage was from last night. Apparently, I owe him my first born. P3900 for 20 tequila shots, 1 soda water, 1 mineral water, and 1 Red Horse. So I had a beer too. Great. It’s only the no. 1 Paleo sin. According to David, the first few drinks were on the house and that I bought a few rounds for the girls. No wonder I was so popular last night. The Evil Twin was having a great time.

Tonight is Presentation Night of the winners of the International Surfing Competition. Sue and I are bringing our own bottle.

I have asked her to make sure that I don’t smoke or drink any more beer though.