I went out to the pub for a mates birthday celebration. I have been without alcohol for nearly five months.  The last time I drank more than three pints was new years eve. So entering a pub felt odd. I stood alone and felt awkward with my Pepsi until the crowd arrived. Being able to drive there and back was great for me. I stayed out until alcohol effects had become obvious in every person and conversation was depleted. Being surrounded by alcohol was not a problem in fact having to hold my mates pint whilst he went for a wee made me more sure I didn't want it back in my life. 
Of course I was the boring one, but even when I drank I wasn't the fun one. So for me nothing has changed in how much enjoyment I got out of it. 
As an added bonus, not having the slightest interest in getting a female partner also made it a relaxed evening. I felt sorry for the crowds of relationships who don't have the freedom to come and go that I enjoy. 
I am happy in my bubble and pub life is a closed chapter, for now. I still don't rule it out forever. 
I arrived back home to a feeling of joy at entering my own home to a silence that I filled with playing LA Noire until midnight. 
Once again...bliss. 
A surprisingly good nights sleep too after all that cola.