Thirsty

I’m so thirsty.

I abstain from alcohol for forty days every spring. It’s a shamefully trivial sacrifice, yet my weakness makes the annual challenge difficult. It coincides with an especially lively time of year- spring break, March Madness, baseball’s spring training and opening day, SXSW and St. Patricks Day.

This year, I didn’t miss it for the first 18 days, save for a moment when I encountered an especially inviting pub on a rainy night in Seattle last week. But since returning from vacation, it’s been gnawing at me. I feel like a depraved junkie.

Pathetic.

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I'm putting myself in harm's way tonight. While Wilco performs at the Uptown, I'll be at the Hurricane for three Wilco-esque bands. I prefer the debut release of Lawrence's OK Jones to Wilco's last two efforts. Local boys Pendergast must be the band Bob Seger had in mind when he wrote "Rock and Roll Never Forgets." Headliner Marah used to evoke Springsteen circa '74. The Philly band have lost their way of late, but maybe they'll return to their ragged roots tonight. Feel free to join me; I'll be the guy staring balefully at the bar.