Quitting the Devil’s Water (Day Eleven)
Went out to a bar for the first time since I quit. It was a friend’s birthday, so I said I’d show up. I picked up Jemmy and drove out there. When we got there, Jemmy asked me in the car, “You’re not going to drink, right?”
I shook my head and said, “Right.. not drinking.”
Sitting at the table in the bar watching everyone waving around glasses of beer/liquor - and nothing in front of me was a bit of a odd feeling, but nobody really made an issue out of it. I didn’t feel like I needed a drink either. At least until someone brought over a glass of amber ale. I LOVE amber ale. Its one of my favorite types of beer, and looking at it really brought up a feeling of bittersweet sadness. Screwdrivers, vodka-mix drinks, or Long Island Teas I can do without. They’re just a means to an end.
But a fine brew of amber ale, to go with a good midwestern steak and potatos plate. It’s just one of those things that adds a great deal to being alive. People have asked me if I’m going to quit for good, as in for the rest of my life. For the most part, I can see myself doing that, but this one thing makes me pause. I still don’t know yet.
One day at a time.
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