Where Do We Begin To Get Clean Again?

CONFESSION: I miss drinking. I know it sounds totally sad and pathetic... it's only been just shy of two full weeks since my last drink and it hasn't even really been that hard to keep away from. I've gone out with my friends countless times in the last two weeks and haven't even considered a drink. Nevertheless, I miss drinking. More than just drinking... I miss wine. I also miss being asked if I want another glass and replying, "Wine Not?" haha!

There's something about wine that invokes a certain mood or sentiment. I can be having the worst day... and a nice glass of red wine just warms me up and washes away any negative emotions from the day. I know this makes me sound like a total alcoholic... but I don't care. I, Matthew David Munn, love wine. I love it a lot in fact. A glass, or a bottle, or a few bottles of wine whether it be with friends (or alone) can change your entire night (or day for some of you!)

Sometimes, I'll have a glass before bed, if I'm feeling really saucy... just to spice it up. Occasionally, that glass turns into a bottle and I'm completely sloshed laughing at my closet, but most of the time it's just a glass.

There's something in the complexity of wines that intrigues me, the differences in region/grape and subtle undertones that you just don't get from beer or spirits. Now before you beer lovers and vodka chuggers jump down my throat. I know there are different flavor qualities in beers and spirits, but speaking personally, I have yet to find a beer or spirit that matches the complex flavor profiles of an amazing glass of wine.

Unfortunately for me (and BC vineyards...) I've got at least two more weeks in my dry spell before I uncork a whole new chapter of "wine not" experiences...



Colbie Caillat - Midnight Bottle

Pennies From Peter Vol. 2: Dusk and Dawn

I don’t really know when it started, but since I can remember mornings have always given me such a sense of joy. I remember waking up dreadfully early... like 5 a.m when I was a kid... sneaking downstairs and watching Monty’s Traveling Reptile Show. I was like, obsessed with reptiles. I ended up owning 2 lizards, 2 turtles a snake and a collection of frogs my sister and I caught in our front lawn?? Lol. Wow!

It seems a lot stranger when I say it out loud.

Anyways, back to mornings...

It’s actually very conflicting because of my love affair with the night. It's like the morning is my husband and the night is my mistress. They are both satisfying for different reasons. The night is exciting, glamorous, magical and the morning, when uninterrupted, is soothing, optimistic and calming.

The morning doesn't really effect the night... It's not like waking up early is going to squash your desire to go dancing later that evening. I mean you can always nap. A disco nap…like me… which is actually just a series of... really fast... blinking. But when you stay out really late spending all your time with the mistress…well the morning doesn’t treat you very well does it? You see? Doghouse.

Dawn and Dusk are like the love babies of Morning and Night. Twins, actually. The thing about Dawn and Dusk is that at the right moment for a few minutes they are actually identical."That time of night" as Leah and I call it. If someone was to keep you locked away without natural light and then randomly plucked you down at the perfect moment. You wouldn’t be able to tell weather it was the brilliance of the morning or the longing of the night. It’s so magical. The air is just like a blanket. Nothing chaotic. It’s like the moment when the whole universe collectively takes a sigh of relief.

So am I night time boy or a morning boy? Who knows? I think for now ill just live for the moments when you can't tell the difference.

<3 PB



Panic! at the Disco - When The Day Met The Night