Here's another I notice when I'm traveling: the presence of alcohol seems to be a little louder and more insistent. I've always thought that if I should ever pick up a drink again - god forbid - it would be during a vacation. When my back is up against the wall with some real or perceived tragedy I tend to reach for The Program. But when I'm out of my routine, when meetings are few and far in-between, when weariness and inconvenience make attendance more problematic, I find my mind wanders ever so little. Yesterday there was a meeting we could have attended at 8PM but we were wiped out from a long, tough hike and we would have had to go out in the dark in a strange city to find this meeting place. It wasn't hard to say screw it.
The last place we stayed out had a decanter of sherry and little sherry glasses in our room and in the common room. I've never had a glass of sherry in my life. I don't even know what the fuck sherry is but I was aware of that cut glass decanter every time I walked into the room. I didn't feel like drinking anything but I knew it was there. Now the hotel room has a bottle of wine on top of the mini-bar which is also stocked with beer and little whiskeys. I'm sure the wine costs like $297. The wine in a hotel mini-bar is not a good bargain. But I had to take that bottle and put it on the top shelf in the closet. I just didn't want to see wine looking at me.
Time for a meeting? Yeah, maybe
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