Didn't drink. Was awkward, shy, and subject to random bouts of fight-or-flight horror, but didn't drink.
(I mean, come on. My mother was RIGHT THERE. The ENTIRE TIME. It's not like I could've relapsed even if I'd wanted to.)
Along the way I learned that on Long Island, chips are called coins and you can get one for 4 months, which I did, along with the phone numbers of a great many alcoholic women. Also, people do not join hands to pray at the end of the meeting. I think my fellow Arizonan drunks could learn a thing or two from our self-satisfied neighbors to the northeast.
It's good to be home and good to be sober. My pets are safe and happy thanks to True Friends P and S, I am safe and happy thanks to AA and the competence of several pilots, and it is once again bedtime. To all a good night!
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