Creeps out cautiously.... hoping that faire isn't around...
Joey I also used to find meditation was difficult all that 'feel the breath through your nose' stuff. And then I went on a Mindfulness course, for a week 
And suddenly it was different. The tutor talked about mind full ness, rather than trying to have an empty mind, and now I rejoice in having a full and busy mind, rather than feeling than it was another indicator of my failure. I can email you details if you want.
theresafire re the antabuse, just to say that antabuse prevents the breakdown of the products of alcohol (mainly acetaldehyde), which is why it makes you feel so awfully sick. If you drink in the hours/day before taking it the breakdown process will not yet be complete, so you might feel awful and sick instantly, because the acetaldehyde will not be able to be broken down further.
Actually, for all of us, the above paragraph shows that even though we think we've recovered by the next day, our bodies are still processing alcohol or it's breakdown products, and that is probably why when we suddenly stop drinking we feel so awful (seeing the hangover through to the end).....
mrsm hopefully your Friday evening is going well. If tonight's the night for not drinking, then plan for it in the same way as you'd plan for an night on the booze. Buy lots of non-alcoholic drinks you think you might like, get in some dvds that you want to watch, plan an activity for early morning tomorrow.... On your question about does alcohol make us speak the truth? well, it's certainly a dis-inhibitor. So in the manner of 'dutch courage' then perhaps HALF a glass of wine might reduce your inhibitions sufficiently that you can move from simpering across the room at some guy, to actually going and speaking to him. But SEVEN glasses of wine is likely to have a much more complex effect on your brain. It bypasses normal rational thinking puts you in touch with hurts from your childhood / adolescence, and then layers on top all the cynicism of adulthood. So a grain of truth - yes, but wound up in so much other stuff that it's difficult the discern what the kernel of that truth ever was.
thurso last night I'd been out and returned home hoping that dp had opened a bottle of wine so that I could have a glass. He hadn't, so I couldn't. But I woke up this morning stiff necked and head-ached feeling like I had. How strange it all is.
mouse I was laughing out loud at your phrase "his cock kept falling into other women" - no laughing matter, but fab, fab, way of describing it. But better than that I loved what you wrote about "untangle ourselves from the ball of fury we wound ourselves into". I am sure that one day I will use that phrase (if I may?)
obrigada please just ramble. Post anything that comes into your head, don't hold back, don't worry whether it makes sense. Or if you can't do it here write it down. All around my house are notebooks (lover of stationary missgee and isindie please take note) with random jottings and words and half phrases.
koti if your troublesome neighbours really have moved out then, actually do you need champagne? Can you not just sit with a cup of peppermint tea and savour 30 minutes of peace and silence?
And finally...... faire I'm loving your posts. I think you've taken on the mantle of BB wise-woman 