I got a text on Monday to join one of my friends on his porch for an afternoon beer. I hadn't told him or anyone in our group about Dry January, so it was an honest invite. Very tempting and I didn't want to turn him down, so I prepped by buying non-alcoholic beer. Normally, I think of that as the Fleshlight of beers, but it actually smoothed things over. We had some wings and as I reached for my second he got up and said "Oh, I'll have another one (real beer) too." He drank beer, I drank something close enough, and there did not seem to be any disruption in the cosmic fabric. In this case, it seemed to help the social aspect. Fortunately (or not) my impulsive and frequently inappropriate comments are always close enough to the forefront of my brain that I don't need additional lubrication to set them free.