The Olympics have come to an end and with that, I have finally tossed my black hudson's bay CANADA t-shirt in the wash. These past two weeks eurotrash has oscillated between heineken and amaretto, rewarded her sober willpower to order healthier choice menu items with late-night supersize me's, and slept in past her alarm. First, we can blame the 3 hour time difference. Should she really have to miss Brian Williams sign off at 2am every night? What started as a quick T.V. surf after a late night clubbing became a nightly requisite. And the hockey games! She's dedicated more shooters to Crosby and Luongo in the past week than her little liver can handle. 
However it wasn't until she found herself inebriated, scrolling through entire fashion shows at 4am in bed last night that she realized the Olympics have done her in. So, as they do in Hollywood, she has signed up for a large-scale detox. Can eurotrash actually go 3 weeks without a drop of alcohol? Besides, isn't detox really just a pretence for what is in reality a gearing up to drink and party again? I mean, sure at the end of every detox tunnel is a new and healthier you, which you celebrate obviously, with a few drinks. But when detox is over the intoxication slowly begins again until you find yourself once more on the first day of unfortunately, not your first detox.
A friend of mine who lives in Sicily partially inspired this post as I chatted with him about my new lows today. He suggested that I write about the detox-drink-detox cycle that we all voraciously subscribe to. But before I could even begin asking him about his own proclivities, thanks to another time difference, we had to end our convo short because he was late for his quotidian, evening aperitivo; I think I have my answer...
