I struggle to find a reason not to have a drink Friday & Saturday nights. It's weirdly really important to me.
I can take it or leave it during the week, and no drinking on a school night is p1ss easy, but the weekend thing is where I struggle.
It's rare that I go either a Fri or Sat night without high-strength cider or 4/5 large V&T's. If I don't drink it's usually because I'm not feeling well, or a rare night of being Dad Taxi (wife usually covers weekend), but even then I'm calculating what I can drink once I'm back home with one of the Cav minors.
My other issue is kicking the arse out of it.
The whole family went to Oxford to celebrate my daughter's 18th. We did one of those 'all you can drink' restaurants, where endless cocktails are interspersed with fatty food.
10 cocktails later, we leave and I insist on taking my boys (both adults) to the pub. They didn't indulge, but I had a Cider and Large Red wine. It was still only 1pm by this point (We started on the cocktails at 10:15).
Cue getting the bus back home. I ran to a Metro Tesco to pick some Weston Cider (8.3%abv) which I drank on the bus. Then we went to the pub, where I hammered the Cider. As you can imagine, but this time I was staggering all over and then asleep in the pub garden. It wasn't a good look.
I know it's a hangover (No pun) from when I was in the Cav in Germany in the late 80's and had a serious drink issue, but I can't seem to shake this idea that I must have a drink at weekend.
It was that bad back then that I recall sitting on the turret floor doing something or other and found a forgotten stash of exercise beer. Even though it was luke warm and mid morning, I dank them all. It was one of the reasons I wanted out of the Cav, to break the cycle of never-ending alcohol abuse.