Why I Used To Drink – Are You Drunk? #3 – updated 2017

Have you ever been abstaining (or don’t ever drink) and found yourself at a bar or a gathering where everyone is drinking a LOT, getting drunk, loud, funny and interesting (or so they think)? If you are not drinking these people are the first two, drunk and loud, and for about 10 minutes, the third and fourth, funny and interesting. But after that they are just the first two. That grows old of course so you have three choices, drink the magic elixir that will make these people funny and interesting again, torture yourself by staying amidst them or go home (or the Waffle House).
I quit drinking a year before I left my job at a restaurant and bar I had been working at for over a decade. Until I stopped I would hang out after work and be one of the drunk, loud, funny and interesting ones. After I stopped I found that while I loved these people just as much as before, I no longer was seeing the ‘funny and interesting’ as I had before. My wife and kids became more interesting (which they should have been all along obviously, but hey, I was an idiot, ok?) and I liked going home at the end of work.

One point to remember in case you are in an alcohol dilemma, what you do now doesn’t just have consequences with a hangover. This is especially true of men, who may have to deal with women who might just happen to have memories longer than a comet’s tail. Be mindful that it, perhaps, is all being recorded in their brain for remembering a LONG time later. I am just sayin….
Drawing and commentary © Marty Coleman

“I drink to make other people interesting.” – George Jean Nathan, 1882-1958, American drama critic and editor

People Who Drink – Are You Drunk? #2 – updated 2017


I stopped drinking when I was 38 years old, in 1993. I did not have the luxury of ignorance as I went about drinking during the years prior to that. My mother and father were both very heavy drinkers. My mother had to be felled by a brain hemorrhage (I found her virtually unconscious on the stairs and took her to the hospital), endure 6 months in the hospital recovering THEN 3 months more in an alcohol rehab facility before she gained sobriety. She was sober for 15 years until she died in 1988.

My father, from a long line of fighting Irish who drank, was more functional than my mother was, but no less the drinker. He stopped drinking as well. He went back and forth for a while, but eventually quit. He did drink in his later years, but never at the same level as before. He is still alive and kicking at age 91.

Our family was torn apart by alcohol in a terrible way. The arguments, disruptions, fear, embarrassment, danger and anger were ever present. Luckily the years of sobriety on the part of my mother really did much to heal the family and make the bad times part of our history, instead of our present. My younger sister in particular was substantially better off to have her later years (9-18) at home be with sober parents.

After many years where I didn’t really need to face it because my drinking seemed to be more moderate than theirs, I finally came to a point where I could see myself going down that same path. I had a number of nasty and sad incidences of my own making that made me realize this. I quit cold turkey on May 29th, 1993. Through no effort of my own, and for which I am very grateful, the desire left me and I haven’t had or wanted a drink for the last 17 years. I did go to one AA meeting, stand up and say ‘Hello, my name is Marty and I am an alcoholic’. I didn’t go back, though I left the door open that I would if I felt the need.

I only ever missed one thing, and that was as a waiter I would often be privileged to open and pour wine brought in by a particular customer, sometimes even the winemaker himself. I missed the social and sensual fun of doing that and being allowed to have a taste myself, as a courtesy. But beyond that, I never felt it’s loss to my life.

I never thought I drank to drown my sorrow. I felt I drank to allow for opportunities to arise. When you are drinking there is this small voice that says ‘maybe something fun will happen while I am here, drinking.’ ‘Maybe a pretty woman will think I am witty and funny’. ‘Maybe a bunch of us will get into some really outrageous activity’. For the most part it was about keeping alive the hope of something exciting happening. At least that is how I have thought about it so far. There were all sorts of underlying reasons as well, I am sure.

What I found once I quit was that I was better off not pursuing those adventures since they almost never really came to pass, and when they did, they more often got me into trouble in the end, not into the fun I was seeking.

It also came down to this: Who do I want to be? Do I want to be remembered as a drunk? Do I want my contributions to my world to be stunted because I was addicted to something? Do I want to be disappoint and hurt those I love and who love me? The answers to all of them were ‘no’.

I can tell you that 17 years later I haven’t woken up one single morning feeling I have missed anything by not drinking, nor have I felt I would have been more help to anyone had I drank the night before. I know I have dealt with the events of my life (kids, marriage, divorce, moving, unemployment, deaths in the family, etc) much better without the drink!

What is your story in this area? How have you dealt with it?
Drawing and commentary © Marty Coleman

“People who drink to drown their sorrows should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.” – Ann Landers (Eppie Lederer), 1918-2002, American advice columnist

The Hard Part -Are You Drunk #1 – updated 2017

I stopped drinking in 1993, 17 years ago. I went to a bar last night, not something I do very often, as in virtually never. It’s not that I mind bars, or am tempted to drink. I just have very little reason to go to one.

Last night I had a good reason. My daughter invited me to be on her ‘Trivia Night’ team that this bar, the Sound Pony in Tulsa, hosts every week. It started at 10pm. That’s about the time we are watching the news and getting ready for bed. But I love trivia and she really wanted me to play because she thought we would win for sure if I was on the team. Ego stroking will make me do many things.

So, we got our team name ‘My Grandfather Was President of Encyclopedia Brittanica’ and set off to destroy the competition. I didn’t think much of the really loud, really drunk team next to us, led by 2 sisters who were feeling no pain. We had to switch answers to grade them, just like in elementary school and after 4 out of 5 rounds, we were tied with our boisterous new BFFs to our right. My reputation was at stake!

There is a physical challenge part each week, and last night it was, surprise, surprise…an easter egg hunt out back. My daughter and her friend did the hunt and came back with 8 eggs. Our sisterly competition came back with 7. After the music segment, which we tied again, the totals were counted and….VOILA, we won! By how much? By 1/2 a point…the value of one egg.

So, the moral of this story is that it’s harder to find eggs when you are really drunk so you shouldn’t drink. Well ok, that’s not the moral. But it’s probably true.

The real moral of the story is I am very glad I quit drinking 17 years ago and going to a bar makes me feel like I haven’t missed a thing. This blog was going to be about why I stopped drinking, but that is now for another day, maybe tomorrow.

Drawing and commentary © Marty Coleman

“The hard part about being a bartender is figuring out who is drunk and who is just stupid.” –  Richard Braunstein