Day 16 begins..
without shame and a hangover. Yesterday was the huge golf tournament that is infamous for being an extreme booze fest. They park a beer truck by the clubhouse and members make coolers full cocktails that get shared. There’s usually a couple guys passed out in carts at the end of the afternoon. Last year I was among them, dropping beers in the dining room, spilling them all over myself and being a general embarrassment. This year I watched, with endless sparkling waters and a huge ice coffee. The first hour or so was tough - boring, anxious, and sad. I knew I just needed to avoid that first drink, I did, and those feelings dissipated as the day went on. Here’s to a clear and beautiful Sunday!