I know I'm a bit late, but welcome, cat.
Sorry for the hangover! And for the dry county! Ugh. Although I suppose it wouldn't matter to me now, and hopefully will not matter to you in due time. My husband and I spent a loooong night in a fleabag motel in a dry county once. We were on our way across the country and stayed in some forsaken place in no-name-Kentucky. And let me tell you, if there had been ANY other option, we would have gotten back in that car and kept driving that night. Not because the motel room was so filthy that we slept on clothes from our luggage rather than the sheets! Oh no! It was the fact that we couldn't get a drink. :H
Anyway, enough nostalgia-of-sorts! I'm glad you've joined us and that you're keeping track. It really does come in handy. Hang in there. (And I am glad for you that it takes an extra special trip to get booze. That may come in handy, too!)
Hope you feel better soon!
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