| Hi all,
 I want to give a quick thanks to those that commented on my thread over the past few days. I appreciate the encouragement and feedback. I just finished catching up with everyone - damn, the TSMers were really active over the weekend. Lots of good stuff out there.
 
 I've been battling for 2 months so far, and the surly sauce and I ended up with a bit of a stalemate this week. I say stalemate because I publicly declared a goal of sneaking under 30 units...as luck would have it, I ended up on exactly 30 units. This week may have been a push, but overall I'm really pleased with my progress, and shooting for under 30 will remain a perpetual goal moving forward (unless I'm on vacation, or up against a week that I know will be heavy).
 
 Baby, break it down...
 
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - AF
 
 As mentioned on a prior post, I really feel like I am transitioning from a daily binge drinker to a regular binge drinker. I hardly have any cravings, and if I don't have any reason to drink (i.e. something "planned"), then I'm not going to drink. I'll continue moving forward with this mindset. I haven't had a drink by myself in weeks.
 
 Thursday - 2.66
 
 I fully intended to make Thurs AF, but my dad took me out to dinner. I just couldn't resist having a few beers with the big fella...so I guess I still have some issues with craving, but they're not nearly as intense.
 
 Friday - 7.66
 
 Friends from Boston and NYC converged on Providence to get surly. Instead of drinking heavily while awaiting their arrival, I cleaned up the apartment instead (which was pointless, since the place was a warzone of empties, pizza, Skoal tins and other assorted filth by Saturday afternoon). I didn't start drinking until about 10:30 or so, and had no trouble keeping my units reasonable. I kinda wish I had fought the urge to have a 3 am nightcap, but my buddy insisted. It's a bummer because that one beer would have made the difference between 29 and 30 units for the week. Gah!
 
 Saturday - 12.66
 
 Halloween festivities! We immediately got the day underway with sliders and shuffleboard, but spent more time breaking out awkward synchronized dance moves and harrassing each other than playing shuffleboard...but so be it. Some friends ordered giant das boots of beer (and normally I would've polished off two of those suckers), but instead I sipped a few delicious pumpkin brews.
 
 I didn't touch another beer until pre-gaming commenced with a game we call "Super Surly Quarters." Sh*t got surly, indeed - but not too surly. We worked out a system to keep everyone from getting ruined by my buddy who is absolutely deadly at this game, so we all made it out to the bar in one piece. I think I reached the perfect level of drunkenness during Halloween shenanigans. I was in a great mood, breaking out the gumby legs all over the dancefloor (which was kinda funny because I was dressed like a man from the Night's Watch [for you Game of Thrones nerds out there]...and I never pass up an opportunity to have ridiculous facial hair...so obviously I had that going on), and drinking out of a giant Winterfell mug. But no blackouts, no overdoing it, no making an *ss out of myself, and no sloppy public makeout sesh with a chick dressed like Baby Spice. Success.
 
 Sunday - 7
 
 Sweet Jesus, this felt like way more than 7 units. After everyone finished rolling around my living room (which was a veritable dutch oven by this point), we kicked off a Sunday Funday with brunch. I limited myself to one John Daly (sweet tea vodka and lemonade...amazing), and when the sassy waitress brought out a second round (which I didn't order), I gifted it to a buddy.
 
 Next it was time for the best margaritas I've ever had (easily 80/20 tequila) at a local Mexican place. I started off slow by ordering a diet Coke, after which the surly bartender called me "a little b*tch" and poured me a virgin daquiri shot to complete the effect. Since I couldn't take such a blatant affront to my manhood, the diet Coke quickly turned into a margarita pint, a Narragansett and an additional tequila shot. We were also given chicken wings with a sauce made with ghost chilis - the hottest pepper on the planet. When you're consuming foodstuffs that are used to keep wild elephants from attacking crops in India, you know you're in trouble. This is how I described the experience on an email chain:
 
 The ghost chili lures you into a false sense of confidence. It is quite delicious, and doesn't start off super hot. Then about a minute later, YOU ARE DYING. And it doesn't stop...for at least 15 minutes. I was literally crying.
 
 I was chugging milk, water, diet coke, Narragansett...anything in sight. I would've chugged a bottle of Cholula if they had that sitting on the bar. Once the heat subsides, you start to get the shakes and actually start SHIVERING. I felt like a babe that needed to be swaddled.
 
 Never again.
 
 I was completely wiped out after the ghost chilis (it was a Pyrrhic victory), but I had to drive up to Massachusetts to watch the Pats game at my dad's social club (which I suspect is a club for alcoholics in various degrees of recovery...my dad not included). Awful loss.
 
 (@RedSky - I agree with a lot of what you had to say about the Pats...no comment on the "warm ball" incident. Are you a Vols fan as well? My SEC allegiance alternates between Ole Miss and UGA.)
 
 I could hardly drink during the game, because I knew I had to drive home and I was exhausted. Drink tokens were piling up from dudes that were buying rounds, but I never cashed them in. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have had a single beer there because I was a bit sketchy driving home (I know, I know...bad bad bad). When I got home I promptly passed out at 9:30 pm...maybe the bartender was right...I am a little b*tch.
 
 Total - 30.00
 
 Some thoughts...
 
 I didn't hit my goal for this week, but I was just about as close as you can get...so I feel good about that. I didn't overdo it on Halloween (which could have easily been a nightmare), and I generally kept my sh*t together (not including the ghost chili incident...which may or may not have led to whimpering at about 4 am this morning).
 
 I'm going to shoot for a nice string of AF days to start this week off, and then it looks like another heavy weekend may be coming up. I've got a date in NYC on Friday night, so that will be a little trigger-laden (anyone know any good places in the Village to woo a young lady? EL, I'm looking in your direction).
 
 Thanks for reading, and good luck this week.
 
 -H
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 Key...
 US Units/AF Days
 
 Milestones...
 Pre TSM: 90.00/1
 First 6-Month Average: 34.66/2.46
 Second 6-Month Average: 37.07/1.88
 Lowest Total: 11.00/5 (Week 29)
 
 Longest AF Streak...
 495 Days
 
 Current AF Streak...
 7 Days
 
 
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