Enjoying the little things.

I was re-reading my blog the other day, like I do from time to time and became a little nostalgic. I felt that I used to have so many great misadventures and nothing really happens to me anymore. The fact of the matter is that stuff does happen to me still, it’s just on a whole different level.

This past weekend is a clear example. Thursday night, Adamo and I got all dolled up for the 66th anniversary of AA in Austin.  On the drive there, he got me lost and I was on a conference call with my AA group for some important meeting business. See I’ve gotten myself right into the middle of my group and became involved, it’s helped me in so many ways. I was a bit angered by this “annoyance” of a phone call(mostly because I couldn’t hear anything that was being said, and basically just sat there on the phone. But my presence is what truly mattered), I got a sense of relief knowing that another member who was also at this dinner was going through the same thing I was.  The speaker we heard that night was inspirational. 59 years of sobriety and 90 years old. I cannot even begin to imagine the life she has lived, things she has seen and faced.

Friday night, I worked briefly at my second job and came home to my roommates having a Christmas party. All of my favorite LezGirls were there. And I didn’t know how much a Christmas card would mean to people(I had them some behind for them in my absence). Adamo’s best friend was in town and I had a huge apprehension against it. The last time she was here, I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around. We’ll call that BS(Before Sobriety) but I made my amends to her and she thanked me and told me it was something that I needn’t worry about. Another one I can check off my list.

Saturday we went to a Christmas party and then two birthday parties downtown on 4th street. The Christmas party was fun, downtown was not. The thing with clubs for me these days is that it’s still the same as it was 2 1/2 years ago. Nothing has changed. The same people are there, the same drunkenness and I can see the sadness in so many people’s eyes. We didn’t stay very long.

Sunday, I convinced Adamo that we could open Christmas presents early. I had been dying for the last week to give him his present. He loved it. He even said that it was one of the best, if not the best present he has ever received. I was thrilled because I had thought long and hard before getting it for him.

We relaxed while watching the Survivor: South Pacific Finale and my weekend was complete. Sitting back reflecting today, I’m glad that my life has changed in many ways and many ways it hasn’t(Survivor Finale). And although my misadventures aren’t what they used to be, they still exist and the probably will as long as I keep on living…and writing.