Weekends were often a disappointment. We'd make all these plans, but so many went unfulfilled because he was drinking/sneaking or started fights with me so he could drink without sneaking. I could never feel good about plans made with friends, knowing there was a good chance he'd flake one way or another. Sunday's (when you can't buy alcohol here), he'd always find b excuse to spend a good chunk of the day at his parents where there is always free alcohol in ample supply.