Sure enough, my alcoholic dream buffet: an open bar that was open the whole evening. This is the second time I?ve been faced with this situation since I got on the wagon a little over three weeks ago. The first time I was still on Librium so that wasn?t much of a challenge but this time was different. It?s just me and the booze ? well me and my sidekick naloxone. I looked over at the bar area and the two bartenders reminded me of Las Vegas dealers; the bar was like a blackjack table. ?Come on over and try your luck? they seemed to say to me. They were certainly dealing out lots of hands to lots of people. ?Who else here is an alcoholic? I wondered to myself. I tried to spot the alcoholics, to read faces, to look for signs, but no luck. Some were drinking alcohol, some were not; some were drunk, some were not; some sucked on the bar like a nursing calf, some did not. Basically it was a microcosm of the world in which we all live.
It?s hard to explain but resisting the open bar was both easy and difficult ? does anyone know what I mean by this? I am not sure I know how to put the feeling into words. Not ordering a drink was easy but missing the social lubricant was hard. Soda and lime tastes fine but I miss the lack of a buzz. I am proud of resisting temptation but I am jealous that they can drink and I can?t. I am proud to have been granted the ability to resist but I am unhappy that no one appreciates my struggle. I know very well the long-term benefits of abstinence, thus delayed gratification is not a problem, unless I don?t get what I want quickly.
The wedding is history now and I didn't drink, which is the important thing, but what a curious mix of emotions. It is interesting to ?watch? my lizard brain interact with my human brain yet I feel the need to understand these feelings rather than just react to them. Just talking helps me to sort them but I welcome any insights you all may have.
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