It was just before starting treating that I felt the strongest compulsion to indulge with an alcoholic beverage. It was August, the end of a hot (and stressful) summer, and I was popping eight Tylenol 3s a day. At that time it was the pill bottle that recommended not mixing with alcohol, and I reluctantly complied. Yes, even at a open-bar wedding, I complied.
So, after completing treatment, dropping by the pub was, naturally, very high on my to-do list. And, this past St. Patrick's Day, that's exactly what my girlfriends and I did.
The pub we went to was perfect: the smell of stale sweat and fresh beer hung in the air; a pair of annoying drunk girls in the corner were having an audible heart-to-heart; and the awful music just got better with each drink. I took a moment in between my 2nd and 3rd beer to drink it all in (the atmosphere). It was fantastic.
I let myself get a little buzzed, sung a few tunes, ordered some greasy pub food, and giggled all the way home.
Drinking beer never felt so validating. I look forward to never having anything prevent me from having such an experience again.