it still blows my mind remembering walking into the store as usual, getting a 24pack of 16oz pbr's and putting that in my jeep, then going to the bar next door and having a porter
This is one of the lowest feelings known to an alcoholic. Stopping at a supplier on the way to the bar to stock up on alcohol, because you know you don't have enough at home. God, this was me so many times.
I need to maintain a level of sobriety in order to drive home "safely" from the bar, but in turn that means I need more troops back at home in order to get the euphoria I am chasing tonight... Heck, I've even "taken extended restroom breaks" ("I think I ate something which did not agree with me...") while out with friends to run to my car, NASCAR-it to the local gasoline station, buy more "troops" for later, and make it back to my table in ~5 minutes. Again, a true staple of being an addict of alcohol
I remember being at a casino with my ex-girlfriend. We had been drinking and playing the nickel and dime machines, and overall having a good time. Naturally, I was being a lying and evil bastard and ordering myself more drinks behind her back...Anyway, toward the end of the night, we both stopped at the restrooms before we got a taxi, and they had these little insert-a-coin breathalyzer machines. She was really eager to try it. "I feel really drunk...I wonder where I'm at!" She blew I think a .13. I felt buzzed and good, but not "really drunk." Blow...wait.... .20 on the button. She just looked at me like...we've been going up to the bar together...how the...And of course I made some excuse about the whiskey I was drinking being higher in content than her vodka...total BS, which her naive-about-drinking mind bought

But yes, two things from that 1) alcohol makes good people into deceptive bastards 2) .20
should make you feel on top of the world, not "kinda buzzing."
To the rest of your story, simply wow

I guess the proverbial "dodging of a bullet" comes to mind, but I really am glad that everybody came out of that story without it being as bad as it could have been.
I mean congratulations seriously on making it nearly a year. But ya, I guess reality's message is that the grass might be greener, but do you
really like the color green?