a short story about going out and using alcohol to calm down

so yesterday in my quest to start getting out of the house and living again my dad asks if i want to go out for an indian meal...usually my quick fire response would be no thanks ! as his favourite restaurant is about 5 miles away....now im ok cycling this distance but being in a car with my dad driving 5 miles feels like a nightmare...too much time to sit and introspect...but i said yes! lets go for it,my mind said 'this fuckers not gonna beat me'
i took a benzo,got in the car felt anxious and unreal took another benzo,my palms were sweating and i couldnt feel my body,i knew this was anxiety and kept telling myself this,we eventually got to the restaurant and my dad said to the owner 'table for two please' i said 'look dad can we get a takeaway' he said sure...the waiter then asked if we want a drink,i ordered a pint of lager...i drank my lager and boom !
'dad sure lets eat at the table' and after the meal i was calm as can be,we drove home i was calm laughing and actually enjoying the time id spent with my dad as we never go out together...and all this after one beer.....
why cant they turn a pint of carlsberg into tablet form ? these benzos dont do anything for me