Sounds a bit like a couple of camping trips I took back in my younger years. Well, we did stop to sleep, but I distinctly remember having beer with my breakfast on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. Good times, from what I remember.
I once (or did I do this twice?) spend a week on an island in lake erie where they had a winery. I remember drinking until 2 or 3 every night, then getting up early, 9ish) and start drinking again...for about 5 days in a row. The crazy and scary thing about that vacation was that by the third day, it actually felt normal.