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tradmanclimbs
Ice climber
Pomfert VT
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Seltzer in a can for partys. No calories and no sugar etc. I used to do the ginger ale thing but it gave me a wicked sugar hangover. played a Luau party sat night. 2 full sets with everyone drinking hard and I was fine with my can o seltzer. partyed hard though. pounded about 10 cans;)
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
www.climbaddictdesigns.com
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The saying in AA is "Non-alcoholic beer is for non-alcoholics."
For me, I don't do it. Some do.
I know of one person who had been sober some years, felt fine, no itches to drink. He would go to the bar with friends, and order a NA beer. Did it for a long time, no problem.
But one day he reached for that beer and accidentally grabbed a similar bottle, which wasn't his - it was a real beer. He realized it after the gulp, and....took another. That was all it took for him to slip! He ended up years drinking again after that.
Alcofol - Cunning, baffling, powerful MOTHER F'KER!
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S.Leeper
Social climber
somewhere that doesnt have anything over 90'
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Elcapiyass, thanks for the encouragement!
Alcohol is not my drug of choice, but I get your sentiment.
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tradmanclimbs
Ice climber
Pomfert VT
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NA beer actually has some alchohol in it. At least BINTD when i used to drink Odules @ Pistol matches i read the lable and it had a small % of alchohol. Not ideal for purgeing the system and staying clean.
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Plaidman
Trad climber
South Slope of Mt. Tabor, Portland, Oregon, USA
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I don't drink NA beer cause it will make me fat. Plus I don't need it.
Plaid
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AZ-OW
Trad climber
Granite Mountain Wilderness
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May 10, 2013 - 10:31am PT
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Took my 6 month chip this morning.
Thanks for your experience, strength,and hope.
Keep climbing and don't pick up, no matter what.
Bump for an awesome thread!
-Chris S
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Woody the Beaver
Trad climber
Soldier, Idaho
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May 28, 2013 - 08:01am PT
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Way to go, Hank! Thanks for starting the thread when you did. It's been a good companion.
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tradmanclimbs
Ice climber
Pomfert VT
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May 28, 2013 - 08:39am PT
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Good job Hank!
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Mark Hudon
Trad climber
Hood River, OR
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May 28, 2013 - 10:01am PT
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Good work, Hank, and yes, thanks for starting this thread.
Can't wait to climb with you this summer.
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McCfly
climber
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May 28, 2013 - 10:23am PT
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Congrats Hank!
Life is not always good but it sure as hell is better right.
Enjoy the good times and be patient with the bad ones...
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
www.climbaddictdesigns.com
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May 28, 2013 - 10:51am PT
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Congratulations, Hank!
Time flies when you're having fun and can remember having it!
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Edge
Trad climber
New Durham, NH
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May 28, 2013 - 11:05am PT
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Keep up the good work, Hank! If the Creator is willing, I will hit the three year mark in just over a month, probably somewhere in the desert southwest. I can't even remember the last time I craved a drink, or the inevitable blackout that it always led to.
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mooser
Trad climber
seattle
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May 28, 2013 - 11:22am PT
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Congratulations to you, Hank!
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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May 28, 2013 - 05:06pm PT
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Nice work and thanks for the thread!
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pyro
Big Wall climber
Calabasas
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May 28, 2013 - 05:13pm PT
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nice job hank!
my favorite was how the "mouthwash" was an all time low!
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Chief
climber
The NW edge of The Hudson Bay
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May 30, 2013 - 01:23am PT
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Good job Hank and thanks for this thread.
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McCfly
climber
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May 30, 2013 - 01:58am PT
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Lucky to have mine for another day.
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ontheedgeandscaredtodeath
Social climber
SLO, Ca
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May 30, 2013 - 02:22am PT
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From someone who watched my dad drink sea breeze face cleaner (among other things), dragged him away from a burning bed/nightstand (drunken pass out), went with my mom to pick him up from jail after a DUI car crash, various po po appearances at our house, and many other wishfully forgettable moments, please keep it up!
I'm not saying every person who has a problem with alcohol is a freaking absolute danger and menace to everyone around them--my dad, despite the foregoing, was actually non-violent and a pretty good guy--but am just giving a shout out to everyone trying to improve themselves.
Stay strong!
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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May 31, 2013 - 03:16pm PT
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wrapping up a critical work push,
i got 6k in the mail.
now it is friday, heading into a holiday weekend.
i turned in my work a day early,
so i begin my celebration bender at 5:40 am.
i gently ease into it,
out in my woodshed with a fire going,
the relics album from pink floyd on the turntable,
and me sharpening my saws,
dulling my senses.
my children wake up at 6:30 to playful
tickles from daddy,
and we build our morning nicely.
i make them breakfast, pack their lunches,
kiss the wife
(she looks at me with that side-winder stink-eye!)
and i see everyone off to their work / school.
it's 7:30 am, i've a home and a forest to myself,
and a 30 pack of bud.
it is lightly raining so i spark some huge
burn piles, putting a bruise in my fire danger.
i set my can down to stoke a blaze,
and the ants move onto and into my beer.
tons of them.
so i run up and grab the brand new camera and
photo document me drinking a piss-ant covered
piss beer. the two actually accentuated each other.
so this was mistake #1.
i left the camera hanging on a tree,
too near the rowdy phase change.
f*#ked it up beyond function.
then i write up a couple of stoopid threads
on your turf,
then peel out of the abode and head into town.
just prior i make a couple of drunk-purchases
on the internet:
70 meter haul line, at 260,
and a slew of logging gear at 300.
mistake # 2.
i get to town and head into the alley behind main street
so my dog can swim in the creek,
and i can drink beer in the privacy of my own sun.
after a few i walk back out of the alley,
still drinking a beer,
and literally run into an african american
with huge dreads and a kind demeanor.
sadly, he stuck out in our ignorant little hick town.
so i strike up conversation with him,
and he asks me if i care to grab a beer.
i got errands, i tell him, but i lead him to our sole-bar.
before i leave him, i gently warn him that he might receive
some hard looks from the locals, but to just ignore them.
he told me that he's cool, coming from new york on his sales tour.
so i leave him and go buy my wife a dozen blood red roses,
at 100 buck with the tip i gave the cutie behind the counter.
i stole some cash and put it on her card:
"the taste of love is sweet,
when hearts like ours meet."
then i have these and the card delivered to my hard-working wife
(mind you im in no trouble with the wife at this point, because she doesn't yet know of the busted camera, and the 600 dollars worth of climbing gear i purchased)
mistake # 3. more careless spending.
leaving the florist, im floored.
i'll go check on "t" (that was the name the african fella told me.)
i muse.
so i go into the bar, and sure enough "t" is sitting among quiet and uncomfortable stares from the denizens.
so i bar-stool next to him,
and get a beer.
we chat and he ends up selling me 240 dollars worth of
concentrated citrus cleaner (enough to make 340 gallons
of usuable agent!)
i give him my credit card, he makes a call,
and we run out into the alley to meet his connection.
sure enough, it's legit and im carring like 40 pounds
of scented product.
mistake #4.
so i meet the family in strawberry,
the wife is elated with my gesture on the flowers.
slowly my story unfolds, and she is irate, understandably.
she's had it.
after a heated verbal exchange and
some tears down her cheek,
i realize (again) that i cant drink, anymore.
so we put away the bad habit, and move
timidly forward, quaking in our wedding rings.
that was a week ago.
now that im sober again,
im tearing down the to-do list with reckless devotion.
the pressure of my own creation is building in my heart,
im not sleeping again;
all the clients are praising me,
the pay is sweet,
and i find myself needing a downer of sorts.
to unrev, you know.
i hate accomplishing so much, so frequently.
it is exhausting.
i got to go have a beer, and f*#king chill.
so im honest with you and me,
i can't drink,
and i can't not drink.
signed,
your first-world fool.
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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May 31, 2013 - 03:49pm PT
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Amen weeg. Yer a stubborn fuk. Welcome to the club.
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