Just got back from a wedding. One of the partners in my new business just got married, for the first time, at age 45.
With the exception of my own, it was the best wedding I've ever attended. It was emotional, funny, heartwarming, the band rocked, and I made Maggie really happy by dancing with her. I don't like dancing all that much, but when I saw how happy it made her when I made an attempt, I stayed on the dance floor for a lot longer than I think she expected.
The groom. Well, the groom should pretty much be dead.
The groom had done a lot of drugs in the past. A lot of DIFFERENT drugs. And even when he was brought down by a heart attack, stroke, and anyeurism... he kept doing them. Hell, for over 20 years, the guy had tried and failed to clear up his act.
But, like will happen in AA, he got involved, got his shit together, and has been sober for a few years, now. It's incredible to see.
There were about 10 of us from my home group in Manhattan, and seeing all these people I love SO MUCH, and then meeting all of their SPOUSES... holy crap. It was fun.
Happiness.
Love to all. Even you, the huge dude who, it turned out, didn't know the woman with who he, er, "dirty danced."
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Oh lordy - I hope that wasn't your wife who was entangled....
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