I was at a family function at around 4 months sober. Eating some oysters and beef bbq, drinking a soda and enjoying myself.
I look up and there before me was a pitcher. Beautiful, condensation slowly forming and dripping down the sides, and inside that beautiful golden amber bubbly nectar we call BEER.
I couldn't wish it away, the desire. Raw oysters, hot sauce, and beer ? That used to be like heaven. It was all around me. I had to leave the hall for a minute, made a phone call to a number I knew in the fellowship there was no answer. But something happened between the time I got up to the time I hung up the phone after leaving a message on my buddy's voicemail. The desire left, the desire for the desire left, the feeling of lacking something because I "couldn't" left. There was peace and a sense of - hey I can do this.
With help.
OH!!! I have another story about a Champagne Toast. If you don't mind.
I was the best man at a wedding. It was on a beach, it was hot. I told the wedding coordinator I needed ginger ale instead of champagne. She got me one. But it was too soon, the toast time wasn't there. I drank the one because I was thirsty and ordered another.
By the time I got to the toast, I had drank three or four ginger ales out of champagne flutes. I remember thinking to myself, "These people are going to think I'm alcoholic" . Followed immediately by the though "Hahahah, you idiot, you ARE an alcoholic that's why you're drinking ginger ale instead of champagne - order another".
I was about 9 months sober. Went to a meeting in the area we were at the next day and some lady came up to me and said "You were the best man at the wedding". I said "Yep, how'd you know".
"Because they kept ordering ginger ale for the best man, I was wondering if he was a Friend of Bill, so I looked and saw you".
I don't know I thought it was pretty cool. One of those "coincidences" type things.
Congrats and Best of Luck.