Out shopping earlier with my daughter and she suggested we go eat at a particular place. My first thought was that they serve alcohol, and then the fantasising started. Before long I was back to thinking like a drinker and planning my night ahead. I didn't actually drink but the thought processes kicked in; a beer or two with food then pick up a bottle of wine or two on the way home. For a while my AV was back behind the wheel, and it was enjoying it. But then I found the strength to fight back, and I suggested we go somewhere else, somewhere that doesn't serve alcohol. By the time we'd eaten the urges had all dried up, and I can't begin to describe how thankful I feel that I'm writing this sober.