(birds chirping)
(bluesy rock music)
- You be safe tonight, okay?
- You know I will.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, stop it, weirdo.
(laughter)
(bluesy rock music)
- Hi, can I just get
just a splash of tonic.
Can I get a double?
Neat, please.
Just a shitload of tequila.
(electronic dance music)
- Oh I didn't realize we had mixed drinks here.
- Oh girl, I got you.
I brought my own.
- [Group] Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear
- That looked great on you, honey.
That color is amazing.
- Is there alcohol in that?
- Hey, did you go home with that guy last night?
I thought you had a boyfriend.
- Hey, you were kinda spaced out in that meeting.
- Don't worry about me, boo.
Don't worry about me, boo.
I'm just a little hungover.
- Again?
- Don't worry about me, boo.
- Hi, Curly.
- Oh hey.
- You doing okay?
- Oh yeah, yeah yeah, I'm doing good.
Thank you.
- Okay.
- Hey, we're gonna grab a drink after work.
You're down?
(sparse rock music)
- Hi.
- I'm taking Frankie with me.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
(door closes)
- Hey babe, I thought we were grabbing dinner.
Where are you?
I'm worried about you.
Curly, if you pass out somewhere
- Hi Curly, Claudia here.
We've had a few conversations with management
and we're calling to inform you that today
was your last day.
We will have your things mailed.
Best of luck in the future.
- [Curly] Dear alcohol,
I'm not really sure where I began to lose myself.
I'm not really sure where I drowned the best version of me.
I can't remember when I forgot that I could be funny
and courageous and interesting.
You were supposed to help me deal with the trials
of the day, to give me courage when I was afraid.
You were supposed to make it easier to be me.
To my friends and family,
I'm sorry for the times I was completely inappropriate
and for the times I hurt you the most.
I'm sorry for ruining your new dress with red wine.
I'm sorry I didn't remember you the first time I met you.
Or the second time, or the third.
I'm sorry I missed the baby's birthday
even though I was there.
I'm sorry I missed your wedding even though I sat front row.
But I'm here now.
Here in this space where all I can do is hope
that you forgive me and help me discover myself again.
Now, I choose to be present even if it means sitting
in my sorrows and insecurities, I choose to witness the life
all around me and the love that continues to find me.
I choose to accept myself.
I choose Curly.
My name is Curly and I'm an alcoholic.