...and two steps back.

Flushed with Wednesday night's exciting discovery that I can choose not to drink until I'm fucking legless, I went out for a drink with my colleagues Thursday evening. They wanted to meet at some shopping mall in TST. I was early, and discovering that the shopping mall backs onto a bar area called Knutsford Steps, I sat down to wait for them in an Australian bar called Black Stump.

So I had one beer and read my book. And ate a plate of sausage. They were all late so I had another beer. I was three ahead before they even got their orders in. Tasty microbrew. Cold, easy to pour down. I think I had 8 glasses.

However, I did in fact leave not too long after midnight and- no puking, no hangover. Just a sort of sinking feeling and a growing realisation.