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Grapevine : December 2011
woman of dignity and grace (which is all I ever wanted to be). I forgot that when I was trying to get sober and stay sober, I prayed not for ma- terial things, but for the chance to make others happy, and to do the right things by others. I prayed not to drink and drug one day at a time; not to want those drinks or drugs either. I prayed for a life, not an existence. I prayed that I’d have the strength to remember these things always and to never forget where I came from. One evening close to Christmas, my husband suggested we go out and take a drive around the neigh- borhood to look at Christmas lights. I said yes because it was rare that we did this sort of thing, and also just to do something, but my heart just was I wAS nearly three years sober, and New Years was approach- ing. I was still pretty much out of the party- ing mode. I would go to family functions and my family would watch over me. They would tell me which punch bowl I could drink from and which I couldn’t drink from. I would go to parties at the local Sober Club and was getting back into the swing of things. A friend from my home group asked me if I would like to come to his house New Year’s Eve for a sober party. It sounded like a good idea. Most of the people I knew, and they all supported meinmynewway of life. I thought about the last 25 New Year’s Eve fiascos and thought it would be nice to celebrate with others like me,soItoldhimI would be there. The night came, and I showed up feeling pretty good about having fun in a sober way. when I arrived everyone was having fun. Music was playing, people were dancing, some made a big fuss about being glad to see me, and it seemed great. I settled in and was having a great time, just as my friend assured me I would. The night was going good and I felt completely at ease, not a care in the world. Shortly before midnight the host got out around 25 plastic champagne glasses, set them on the kitchen table and filled them with sparkling grape juice, waiting for midnight to toast in the New Year. I still felt great and was having the first good New Years in Let’s NOt tOast tO that 22 December 2011 GRAPE_20-24.indd 22 10/28/11 2:23 PM