Weekend of beer

I have far too much beer this weekend. I blame Norm Peterson for that. I've been watching Cheers episodes before I go to sleep at night. I have my beloved box sets, season 1-5. Didn't care for it as much after Dianne left.
Anyway, for a person who loves cold beer it gets a little much to watch Norm down beer after beer every evening. So when we went to a work function on Friday where they served beer and I went nuts. Not so nuts that I threw up and staggered around, but enough to pass that line of when you're no longer just comfortably buzzed. I suppose it didn't help that I had a glass of red wine too. There is something dangerous about free alcohol. One becomes almost desperate in one's attempts to drink as much free alcohol as possible since this kind of opportunity doesn't come along every day. Or, it's free, I better take advantage of it. I suppose some of us are like that in various situations. I've heard of Chinese people who got bumped to first class on an airplane and spent the flight putting assorted chocolates in napkins and shoving it into their pockets. We all do those things I suppose. If a person in my family is going somewhere where they will be serving sandwich cake, I ask them to bring some home for me. I don't joke when I say that. Of course, they never do bring some home for me, since it just doesn't look right to ask the host/hostess for a tupperware container so you can take some leftovers home. Even worse, bringing your own tupperware container, so that it's clear to everyone that you arrived prepared and with a plan to mooch some sandwich cake to take home.
In my case with the sandwich cake it's not about the fact that it's free and I should take advantage of it, it's about my obsession with sandwich cake. When it comes to sandwich cake, I'm a slave to my tastebuds and my stomach.
So Friday contained too much beer for my liking. The next day the plan was to just stay home that evening and not drink a single drop. Then a friend calls and wants to go out and grab a bite, so I suggest a regular pizza place. What do you know, she wants beer! Which means a regular pizza joint is out. Instead we end up going to a rather over-prized pub, where they not only didn't have any pizza but that specializes in having as many beer brands as possible. I end up having two bottles of Stella. They somehow just snuck themselves down my gullet.
Now I can safely say that my beer craving of late has been satisfied. I watched Cheers yesterday and when Norm had his beer I didn't feel thirsty.
I'd say that's a good sign. How long it'll last is a different matter entirely.