My Lucky Day in Vegas

In my drinking days, going to Las Vegas was an open invitation to drink to excess. I truly believed that “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” But five months into sobriety, I had to go on a business trip there. Conventions normally involve quite a bit of drinking, and I knew this one went overboard. I was absolutely terrified. First, I was going to a place in which I had never spent a sober moment. Second, I didn’t know if I could handle a convention with all the free-flowing booze.