Hello

It has been a while since I posted, but I've been very busy. I don't like to get on the computer at home since I am on it all day at work.
Anyway, I've done quite a bit since the last post and won't be able to go over it all here. The hightlights were, well, the main one is that I went to St. Louis to visit my friends, Rob and Jen, from New Orleans. I enjoyed my visit and learned that I love bratwurst. We went to the Budweiser plant and got free beer. We also sent to the Arch and that was cool. I touched it. It was bigger than I thought and was metal.
My next big adventure is a trip to NYC at the end of October. Susie and I will be staying at the Wellington, which I have found out was the hotel made famous in the Borat movie. I hate that movie.
We are going to see the broadway production of Xanadu, my favorite movie. We'll also try to see Saturday night live and will do alot of shopping.
Now, I've covered the highs, now the lows.
My uncle Bennett dies last month. It was sudden for me, but not for others, who decided not to let me in on the secret of him impending death. We weren't all that close, but he was my only uncle by blood.
On the home front, my life with a room mate has been going well, until this past weekend. My friend, Bruce is a great guy when he is sober. We've known each other for 10 years, but it seems like we've always known each other. We both go laid off last year and he went into a downward spiral, drinking and doing drugs, spent all his retirement. Now he has nothing.
So, he went to rehab and got out in June. He has been doing very well, or so I thought. I can tell when he has been using. He acts different and smells different. I had been getting little signals of late that he was off the wagon. The signals screamed at me even louder this weekend and I confronted him. He used the old 'I smoked but I didn't inhale' line, but with tequila. That's another red flag. So, this morning, when he was showering, I looked in his room and found a 40 oz. beer bottle, empty. Later, at lunch, I went home to search some more. I found 20 more 40 oz. bottles of beer, a large wine bottle and a half pint of whiskey, all empty. I layed them all on his bed, covering it. He called me later, sobbing, apologizing. I'm not sure what to do. He has been to rehab numerous times and I don't have experience with this. I told him he has one more chance, but if I find he's beeen drinking again, he will have to move out. I am also putting in some rules. His door has to remain open, among others. I hate to be the 'parent', but I don't know what else to do. He's such a great guy when he's sober. I even was considering whether we should be together as boyfriends. But his user personality is such a jerk and I hate him. I won't subject myself to that. It's either me or the booze.