I almost broke down on Sunday an had a real beer. Closest I've come since I quit. It's tricky how the mind can justify this that or the other. It's hard though, being in this small town and not knowing many people. All the action happens at the pub, and I don't go there. I know I can go and order a juice or w/e but it's almost torture to go into a cozy pub on a cold winter night, stare at all the amazing beers on offer and then order a **** orange juice.
/rant over