Some years ago, I spent my birthday packing my belongings into the car and eating Chinese takeout at the kitchen table with the real estate agent who was helping to sell my house. It was a kind gesture that she had brought me lunch.

You know how sometimes you wake up in a hotel bathtub in Mexico, gripped with heart palpitations and wondering what happened after that last round of tequila shots in the swimsuit-optional pool? And you know how in that moment, you commit to never, ever drinking again?

Let's talk about that.