I got this e-mail from a friend of mine in New York today:
When do you know it's time to go to AA? Last Saturday I looked back on the previous week and realized I had at least one alcoholic beverage every night, and it got progressively worse (depending on how you look at it) as the week went on. Monday was an easy night - one beer on the train. Tuesday was maybe 4 or 5 at the bar in my building. Wednesday was bowling - enough said. Thursday the firm had a party and every one got after it - big. We all had bad hangovers on Friday and drinking any more was the last thing on any one's mind - until about 4:30. About 5:00, the girl that sits next to me asked if "I wanted to go down." At my work, that's understood to mean do you want to go to the bar. I paused for a moment and then said, "I'll go." We got downstairs at 5:15, did a 5 hour bit there and decided to go somewhere else. On our way out of the building, we ran into a few guys we work with, who informed us they had a packed bowl. We polished that off in parking lot fashion right outside our building on a NY street corner. Then we proceeded on to Webster Hall, the old Ritz where I saw Meatloaf 15 years ago. 6 hours later and $300 lighter I got home.