I slept a good portion of today away, and was beating myself up for almost wasting a perfectly good holiday weekend day. Then Becky came and picked me up to go to a pool party that she said was lots of fun. We showed up and the food was gone and everyone was either drunk or tired. Yippee!
We decided to leave and headed downtown to the AA clubhouse on 9th street, which I was a little hesitant about. I thought it would be all nasty and icky and have a bunch of old drunks hanging around. It was actually very nice... there was a BBQ and a speaker. The speaker was this 80 year old guy who told fabulous stories about his time in the service in WWII, and subsequent years in New York and D.C. He lived a privileged life to some extent, grew to be quite a martini and scotch drinker, and then hooked up with AA in New York around 20 years ago and has been sober since. His story was interesting and I met some new people while eating and socializing before and after. And, as seems to be the case in a smallish community, I saw more people that I knew from the bars, as well.
All in all, not a scary place to hang out at all, and it was extra nice that neither the day, nor me, was wasted.