I want a beer damnit - weekend #2

If this myth wants to be debunked, it's doing a crappy job. After two weeks of sobriety we're getting bored, and we're getting irritable. Without anything to look forward to and no real way to blow off steam (shut up about working out, that is NOT the same), we're getting snappy. (Now, I say "we," but I think we all probably know I really mean "I") This weekend was considerably tougher than the first.

On Friday we went out and played a few games of pool with some buddies (who were drinking, obviously) and you know what? - bars are less fun when you're sober. What a surprise.

Saturday entailed a truck-parts-mission that evolved into a blue-cheeseburger-eating/home-theater-furniture-testing-mission. Video games to follow. It was the same sort of stuff we do when we're not on a sobriety binge, but it wasn't as much fun. There's something about cruising around town with your brain running at 12-14%, trying to piece together faded mental snapshots of the previous night that really just puts a guy in a pleasant state of mind ya know? Yeah you know.

On Sunday we finally got around to bottling our latest batch of brew, AND IT ALSO SUCKED! Normally bottling is a tedious, messy, but thoroughly enjoyable task eased along its merry way by the gentle nudge of a tasty libation. Minus the libation it's a tedious, messy, and aggravating task seemingly designed to drag out nasty tempers. But we got it done. And I'm feeling the same way about the weekend - We got it done.

Now is that any way to feel about a weekend?

No. I want a beer damnit.