Indulge me and please allow me a moment to paint a mental picture.....
You are crossing the Sahara desert. Every bit of common sense you have is screaming at you that this was a bad idea. Under the hot sun, your skin blisters and your mouth becomes so dry that you spend a large amount of time just peeling your stuck tongue from the roof of your mouth.
The one thing that keeps you plodding on is your guide. A native and trusted local Bedouin tribesman that has lived his whole life in this very same desert. He keeps telling you that an oasis is just 24 hours away where water gushes out of the cold ground.
The though of that cool, clear water haunts you. Just thinking about that oasis gives you the ability to reach down and plod on.
Hour by hour, minute by minute, and second by second you think of that oasis. With each footstep, you find that you are more and more relieved by the thought of being that much closer.
Then, with the oasis just 20 minutes away, your guide ascends a large sand dune. As you see your guide scan the horizon, you can not help but notice a look of concern on his face.
You ask him what's wrong and he says "I am mistaken, the oasis is another day away".
Image the heartache and sorrow!!!!
I had forgotten that I had promise to be the "designated driver" on Friday. We made arrangements to go to a "dive-bar" with some friends.
So, after a full 40 days it turns out that I had 1 more day to go. By the time I got home, I was too tired to drink and simply went to bed.
Here is a photo. In case you are wondering, my drink is the diet coke in the plastic glass.