It has been 2 months and 22 days since my last beer. At the time, I had come off of some not particularly wild weekends, but weekends where I did over-imbibe just a little. (Just like 2 liters with dinner. It was Oktoberfest.) The following day I felt like I could use a little rest from beer, so I decided that the next beer I have should be for a celebratory occasion. Like getting into medical school. Overconfident? Well, I had gotten (what I considered) a very high MCAT of 33R, I had just finished tearing apart my post-bacc program with a 3.99 GPA, my extracuriculars were solid, and I had recieved 4 interview invitations in the space of about 10 days. Surely I'll get into at least one of those schools, maybe even by the end of October, and if not, surely more interview invitations will come. Who wouldn't be brimming with confidence at this point? Well, the interviews came and went, and no new invitations came in. But four is enough, I figured. Even if I never hear from the other 9, at least one of the 4 will let me in. And now, here I am at the halfway point in the application cycle. Of the four, one was a rejection, one was a waitlist, one was a hold, and one is still thinking about it. I've stopped wondering "When will I have my next beer?" and begun wondering "Will I drink beer again?" It will be tough, but I can deal with starting over next summer while trying to find work in a crappy economy. I can even live with the reality that I might not be med school material after all. But I really am starting to hate wine.