Days 6 & 7: Weekend #1

Well, we did it. We survived the first Weekend of Sobriety. It was the true test after all, and it marks the first one in a long time.

Friday night was rough; without our usual activities to distract us, we were served a few somewhat crushing realizations (see "Day 5"), but we coped, and we woke up on Saturday morning hangover-free. (I was still battling a cold though and once again I'd have taken hangover over the cold). Full of motivation and electrolytes we attacked the day with vigor reminiscent of our youths, that is to say, not much. We spent the morning/early afternoon (still the same thing to us) investigating future recreational activities, and by 3 pm we found ourselves in a pub. The moment of truth - "Hi guys, can I get you anything to drink to start off with?" "...Yeah...a couple of waters would be great." There it is folks! The first flat out denial of brew! So we did it. From here we can just coast. Temptation? Defeated.

Anyway, after that Splash of our Inner Titans, we triumphantly strode...to the Science Museum. Yep. And then within 5 more minutes we were MEMBERS. Talk about a rapid metamorphosis. (The devil on my shoulder would like to point out however, that it was pretty much the same price to become a member as it was for a one time visit). We also got to see the Dead Sea Scrolls which was...educational. And now we can go back, for free! Afterward, brains aching, we went home and crashed. Apparently our sober-stamina has not been built up yet. That completely wiped us out.

On Sunday morning we woke up once again with regular morning breath rather than beer morning breath, which was refreshing. We headed to a buddy's house to do some spring painting, and then off to a parent's house for burgers &...water. Satisfying way to end the weekend. Sort of.

We're hesitant to get too excited, but we're already experiencing inklings of longer trains of thought and better conversational tracking. Nothing conclusive, but I guess it's only been a week. We'll see how things go this week.

Aside from a few beer-in-your-face moments, our first Sober Weekend went pretty smoothly. Ha! Psychological addiction, schmychological schmaschmiction!