Well I did it. no liquor, no xanax, 1 hour and 45 minutes at 37,000 feet sober. concentrating in my breathing is what did the trick. and michelle holding my hand and rubbing my back while i was curled into an odd upright fetal position. to reward myself at cruising altitude i bought a mini bottle of chardonnay and actually opened the window. (!!!) That is serious progress for me. I'm pretty proud. It's amazing how much facing a fear can do for your self esteem across the board. Then again it makes perfect sense since the source of the fear is irrational, so facing it confronts other subconscious things i fear daily and don't even realize. I'm making grand assumptions but it seems to add up.
Some pictures from miami
michelle's family's beach condo where we stayed
michi on the beach
me on beach
one of the many art deco pics i took for lauren
we forgot music so on the way back we made a best buy pit stop and grabbed some clash, shins, spoon, basement jaxx and fischerspooner. after 3 rotations of each it was finally time for the saints game on 870am (thank god they broadcast all the way to the panhandle) so the last 3 hours of the drive we spent in our mini superdome cheering and freaking out. i definitely wasn't dry eyed during irma thomas and toussaint doing the national anthem. talk about 2 minutes of mind boggling emotions. we arrived home to a city smiling and dancing and buzzing for the first time in 13 months. in conclusion, i feel very refreshed.