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(Late) Week In Review

Here's your day late Week in Review for the week of April 21st- April 27th.  And its good that this puppy is a day late, because last week was such a big week that being on time would have been too much to handle.

Yeah, right!  

The weekend was relatively good.  Raleigh had the big Beer Fest on Saturday.  I attended and got to see one of my oldest and dearest friends, Jason Gavin.  We had a blast and drank much, much good beer.

But the drinking of all this beer leads me to my main thought.  Since New Year's Eve this year, I have basically quit drinking.  I did it with the knowledge that I'd definitely drink again, but it wasn't going to be at my past levels.  I also did it to quit smoking.

Well, guess what friends and neighbors?  I'm drinking a lot again and I smoke like a fucking chimney when I'm drinking.  So I'm feeling rather down on myself for essentially throwing a lot of hard work and sweat down the trash.

I'm going to need to regroup and get myself back on track.  I'm really not having all that much fun when I drink.  I'm hating the hangovers the next day (or two).  It really has just lost its luster.  So again, I think I'm just going to quietly withdraw.

And that's my main indication that I'm the alcoholic that I am.  No matter what the circumstances, I really just can't keep a good handle on alcohol.  Now again, I'm not just going to quit and start going to those meetings.  But, once again, I need to tell myself to take 'er easy and stay out of trouble.  Because I DO NOT want to be smoking again.  And I DO NOT want to be drinking all night and hurting all day again.

Other news of the week was my break through on the golf course.  You can check out the post I wrote on golfing should this be of interest.  And I've got a 12:30PM tee time with my father tomorrow, so we'll see if any of this translates onto the golf course.  Who knows?

So that was the week of April 21st to April 27th.  Yee haw!!!!

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