Sobriety-Day Ten

More than a mouthful…

Day ten, the final day of my self-imposed sobriety, has come and passed. Most of the day was filled with the usual work-related stuff, but the evening presented a couple of good stories.

I met with a guy who owns a satellite company about the prospects of installing either Dish Network or DirecTV at my apartment complex. He took a look at the outside wiring, but kept peeking over his shoulder at the clubhouse.

After a few minutes, he asked, “Did you guys have a pool party a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah. Why, were you there?”

“My band played at it.”

“Do you remember me?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.”

I asked if he was mad at me for singing, and he just laughed. He said they usually allow people to sing as long as it’s in a controlled setting, and said, “You were nothing close to being in control.”

I commented on how I nailed Stevie Ray Vaughn’s Pride and Joy, and he laughed again.

It’s a small mf’n world, man.

After he left, I received a call from Gina Party who was looking for someone to drive her drunk-ass home from a bar. I obliged, but my days of being the go-to-guy for designated driver are over.

I’ve climbed my Mount Everest, and now it’s time for the descent back into drunkenness.

Benny