I am not proud. Believe me, I understand that vacation = beer. The frau and boy and I went to the beach with some friends last year, and I took five cases of beer with me just because I know that beer at the beach always sucks. Came back with maybe four or five bottles. (Caveat: I was not the only person drinking. Just the MAIN one.)
But. This year we went with my folks (who don't drink), and my sister's family (who don't drink either). And the frau is pregnant, so she's not really drinking right now. (Although she certainly steals enough sips out of my beers to partially make up for it!) So I was on my own. My folks know that I drink, and are theoretically sort of okay with it, but I still dial it way back around them. It's a big step for my mom to not freak out when she sees me drinking beer at all, so I figure it's decent of me to meet her halfway and not make her have to see me with a beer in my hand all week long. I took a case of beer with me (Dogfishhead 60 Minute IPA; highly recommended), but only drank about 8 or 9 bottles all week. And I only snuck out to find a glass of the black stuff once. Weak, I know. Let me tell you, spending time with the family was cool and all, but spending a week at the beach without drinking beer is like being Christopher Reeve at a swingers' party.
I've been working the handle of the Guinness tap like a mad bastard since I got back, that's for sure.