Did they really make you feel good? Drinking for me was to feel nothing. In hindsight the last few years didnt feel "good" at all when I drank. That moment of relief became just a moment, after that it was compulsive, stumbling, and stupid. And the hangovers were GOD awful. Really really bad. That and the guilt that I'd been willing to forget the prior days promsises, or even promises from that morning...and there I was drunk again. So no, no nostalgia for the good old times of drinking for me today thank GOD.

Be right there!! You're the last house on the left, right??? ha ha

Well, Bob, you never know who threw those bottles away and what kind of horrors they are living. Good to not have to go there anymore. :-)

Hugs!

Oh, the memories. You must just be finding my old empties.

My last drink was a tall glass of ice about 2/3rds full of Jim Beam and then a splash of Coke (diet of coarse) for a mixer.

I dumped it down the sink, opened the bottle and poured the remains down too.

"That's the last drink." And it was.

Get to that meeting and have a pleasant, sober, weekend.

I just remembered there is one in town tonite. It's not air conditioned so better put on some deoderant. Been very humid here lately. The dog days of august seemed to have extended into september.

The pleasure of my last drink was interupted by a cop, I can just vaguely remember. He asked me how much I had to drink and I told him just a little bit out of a bottle and he said how little and I put my hands close together and gradually went farthur apart and the cop said, "oic, the bottle kept getting bigger and bigger!" (My wife told me all of this at a much later date)

That was the same day I went into detox and the nice police officer got me admitted.

That was the beginning of my sobriety. which was over 3 years ago. (I have since had some food that was cooked in wine at the Olive Garden, does that count?)

I love all you guys!