I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in thirty-one days.
That’s right, I’ve had a Sober October. The tradition, four years in the brewing, is the brainchild of Kate Buenaflor, co-owner of The Soft Spot bar on Bedford Ave, and manager of my softball team, the Soft Spot Specials. When I first learned of her plans, I was shocked: was the woman who brought five-gallon jugs of tequila-laced Gatorade to the dugout really going to lay off the sauce for an entire month?
You’d better believe it. Kate does it every year, and she’s recruited a small army of followers as well. Any other October, I probably would have agreed that it was a worthwhile pursuit (for crazy people) and ordered another beer. This particular October, however, followed one of the most sodden summers since getting my fake ID freshman year, and I was ready for a break.