How I fell off the wagon

and on to my face.
Well, not really.  I had one beer and one martini whilst hanging out with friends.  We even got to go this little bar in Long Beach that I had always wanted to go when I lived there.  It wasn't as nifty as it looked on the outside and the drinks were lousy, which was actually good for me since it kept me from overindulging on cheap drinks.  But we had fun.  
Anyway, I had two drinks, or one and a half because I split the beer with M.  Which is still an improvement over my bottle a day consumption, since that's all I had were the one and half beverages.  The worst part about drinking so much less is that I feel so much better.  Physically and mentally.  It's so strange...