These are the women who found recovery in the 1800s and
still attend meetings. They wear Christmas tree
broaches during the holidays and bring candy on Easter while smelling of old soup and musty
perfume. Their shares to the group usually revolve around the frustration they felt when
their purse in Jazzercise class (placed carefully on a chair at the back of the
room), was moved to ANOTHER chair. Blessed are we, they wail, to have the tools
and wonderful people of Alcoholics Anonymous to help through this life
struggle. They also like to talk about traffic. Basically, these people have
weaved the program into every iota of their life’s fabric and attribute all
positives to the program and negatives to their own failures. And when they
talk, it’s SUPER hard to relate. However, in my attempt to see the positive,
Gladys and Beverly have taught me that it’s possible to live a full life
without booze. After that, they can go suck eggs, devil them, and head to a
dinner party that begins at exactly 4:00 pm.