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HOOOOOOOOWWWWDDDDDDYYYY AAAAAAAAAALLLLLLKKKKKIIIEEESSS.
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Beware the Ides of March. Oh, well, only 39 minutes of that left. And Caesar is long gone. Or at least I think it was Caesar. Not a quality problem not being sure of ancient history. It surely is nothing I would drink over. Come to think of it there is nothing I would drink over. Did dinner with Daave this evening as usual on Sat night before the Speaker meeting. We had mexican food. The table next to us was served 4 large margaritas. Oh how my taste buds exploded. When I first got sober, mexican food was the hardest thing for me to go out for even though it is my favorite food. There was this Mexican restaurant in Los Angeles that a group of us went to quite often after the Sunday beer busts. Margaritas were 75 cents for a double and there was usually at least an hour wait. By the time we were seated we were just blitzed. And the food was so damned good. We were loud, obnoxious, loud and probably disgusted many of their customers. Of course, we just thought we were entertaining them. Anyway after I got sober I went there by myself. OMG. The food was awful. Tasteless goop and more goop and goo. Amazing what alcohol does to ones taste buds.
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The place where we had dinner earlier tonight has pretty good food and the price is very reasonable. The meeting was also very good. A quiet man that I have seen at the center shared his experience strength and hope with us. At the end of the meeting when the chips were given out, a very tall man took a Desire Chip. I pray for a very good journey for him as he trudges the road to happy destiny. As we circled, Daave and I joked about the little dance he featured on his blog yesterday. At that time the chair for this month asked me to pray us out. After a moment of silence we said the Serenity prayer. What a blessed way to end a wonderful Saturday night.
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Tonight I am grateful for:
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God, my higher power.
My sobriety which he led me to and helps me to continue on a daily basis.
Dolly, my schnauzer that fills my days with joy.
My sponsor's sense of humor.
That the margaritas went to a neighboring table and not mine.
That I no longer have to live like that ever again, one day at a time.
A new friend of mine will soon have 60 days and is now employed.
Miracles happen when we work for them one day at a time.
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Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.
4 comments:
Yes, it was a good night.
And I even remember it.
Keep enjoying your weekend!!
I can relate, yep.
before I got sober, I used to go to Sams Boat on the 3rd day of every month for raw oysters and Budweiser. I was sober for several years before I could once again enjoy raw oysters without the Bud.
Sometimes though, when I eat oysters I get a strange urge for a cold beer.
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