What you described never ended up to be good for me. The escape to a familiar place (we had those) always turned into a drunk fest for me. I remember the pleasant buzz, then chasing the rest of the night. So what I deluded myself into believing was that these were harmless escapes when in reality, they squashed. As I analyze my past quits, I viewed deprivation as not being able to have Al and participate in what I thought was fun, when in fact, every single time I drank ended up in a drunk, or an embarrassment, or ER. I cringe just typing this. I'm going to redefine deprivation for myself:
Deprivation: a loss of life, health, and personality due to alcohol consumption.
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