Ok. That was damn hard. Had a birthday party for a close family friend at a bar tonight. Her 65th. Lots of friends and family there. This is after we interred my cousin's ashes this afternoon (he was 33 years old when he died this past May - a new doctor, lovely family, clean living...sigh). Anyway, that was emotional. Plus I have a major muscle crick in my neck and shoulder from too much mousing at work.
Anyway, walked in late - everyone was there. With drinks, of course. I was feeling all cocky because of last night's experience, and was totally unprepared for the feelings of wanting a beer. It would be one, and it would help the pain in my shoulder, right? I've had a bad day, right?
Argued with myself for a few minutes, then asked the waitress for an O'Douls amber. I had three of those, but no real beers. After about 1/2 hour I was talking to friends and enjoying myself. We stayed about 2 1/2 hours. So, all in all I am proud.