I don’t know how alcoholics do it. I go out one night a week. I drink about five to six beers, and I am a mess for the next three days. Don’t get me wrong, I am out there and doing things. I play with my nephews, associate with my brother, my Dad and my friends, but I am exhausted and dehydrated for the next three days. I work out, and I drink what I consider a lot of water and juices, but when Friday rolls around I drink some alcohol. This last Saturday was a bad one.
The thing of it is, I work my butt off, and when that week is done I want to go out with my friends and socialize. Alcohol serves as a social lubricant for me. It sounds sad, but I can’t think of a better reason to sit with friends and enjoy a long-term evening together. When you’re sitting with a movie, everyone is quiet and attentive with the movie on. A sporting event is a little better, because you have breaks, but your primary focus is on the sporting event, and your stories get clipped by the action on the screen. A dinner requires attention to the menu, the waiter, the food, and then the exit. If the timeframe between the food and the exit is too long, things get a little awkward. At cookouts, everyone is so spread out on different events it’s hard to get a group together long enough for a good conversation. Drinking at a bar is, unfortunately, the best way to sit and socialize for me. I wish something would come along and take it’s place, because this three day recovery time thing is becoming too much for me.