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The single glass of wine with dinner...the cold beer on a hot daythe champagne flute raised in a toast what I'd drink if Hunter S. Thompson wanted to get wasted with methese are my fantasies lately. Too bad I've gone sober.When Sacha Z. Scoblic was drinking, she was a rock star; the days were rough and the nights filled with laughter and blackouts. Then she gave it up. She had to. Here are her adventures in an utterly and maddeningly sober worldand how she discovered that nothing is as odd and fantastic as life without a drink in hand"Wildly entertainingAn unabashed account of getting clean and getting a life. --Steve GengSacha Z. Scoblic is a writer living in Washington, D.C. A former editor at The New Republic and Reader's Digest, she has written about everything from space camp to pulp fiction and was a contributor to The New York Times's online series "Proof: Alcohol and American Life.
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Sacha Z. Scoblic's work has appeared in The New Republic, The Guardian, Reader's Digest, TheFasterTimes.com, New York Post, and The New York Times, where she penned essays for the Times blog "PROOF: Alcohol and American Life." Sacha is currently a contributing editor at The New Republic. Her new book is UNWASTED: MY LUSH SOBRIETY (Citadel, 2011). Sacha lives with her husband, Peter; son, Theodore; and terrier, SciFi, in Washington, DC. Her sobriety date is June 15, 2005. www.sachaZscoblic.com
