Met up with a friend who has been sober 7 years, from another country last evening. I have been sober 5 years, two months. He and I were partners in insanity about 15 years ago......it was great to see him and for us to both be working programs. We hugged and kiss and had tears in our eyes and laughed at the joy of surviving with our marriages and families. Surviving through recovery and fellowship. Amazed each other with our reaching bottoms in our adictions, and how we both found higher powers to help us into and through our continuing recovery. It is a miracle to be present in my life today, sharing moments like this with my friend last evening and with MIP today.
I never see any old drinking buddies because, well, I never had any old drinking buddies. Other than my brother, who no longer drinks and never drank like I did.
I did on a few occasions drink with my daughter, but it was her bumming a beer off me when I was already toasted, late at night. I did take a trip to New Orleans with my daughter some years ago. We were both sober, going to the party capital of North America, just for good times, good food, and good jazz. She showed me all the places she drank at when she lived there, and even where DramaGoddess was conceived in 93.
DramaGoddess needs all the prayers she can get now. All that bipolar and alcoholic blood in her has been coming to a boil the past year. She slowly climbs back to reality, but as she nears a chance to come home, she slips back into psychotic breaks. Mom is hanging in there but she needs the prayers too.
It's funny, I would say...I couldn't count how many of my old drinking friends I grew up with got sober...few hundred maybe, I sponsored a few, one's baby just turned one, I am going to anothers wedding tomorrow, who I used to serve at my bar 20 years ago, who is marrying a sober little sister of another sober friend of mine who I snorted a house with, I remember once maybe a dozen of us were standing outside a meeting, all old friends, all sober now and this woman I knew just gushing about what a miracle it was, I guess we were in our early thirties, and I was like "well duh, we all hung out and got HAMMERED together in our teens, were hard core bar drinkers by the time we were 21 (17 in her case) where else we gonna wash up?
Dead or here, aint no miracle it's odds lol
There will be few hundred of us at this sober event, and a few miles away is another sober girls sober going away party, should be a few hundred sober people there as well.
When/where I got sober there was so much money and such a feeling of antiestablishment it was socially acceptable to just party your brains out until the wheels fell off then get sober, there was no social stigma in getting sober, it was just an occupational hazard that came with the lifestyle.
-- Edited by AGO on Friday 21st of May 2010 11:50:11 PM
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Hello Pablo and welcome to the board. It's amazing when we stumble across old friends that found their way in. Facebook has put me in touch with about a dozen in the last year. I'm not very anonymous, and pretty much tell most people that I meet, that I don't drink, which usually leads to me mentioning that I'm in recovery. Seems that about 1 out of 100 people tell me that they are also, or that one of their family members is and they attend al-anon
