Two of my neighbors - both men - both really great guys - came to visit tonight. And they brought there alcohol.
I was okay - in an okay place, in an okay emotional spot where people drinking in my home was ok. Otherwise, I would have asked them to take it elsewhere.
While the one guy got so trashed he's going to have a hammerhead tomorrow and the other guy looked just relaxed, and had to help him home, in both these cases I was given sober, discerning eyes to see what drunks look like.
Call it my own reality tv. Call it keeping it green, as we say in AA.
Call it a remembrance that'll keep me sober today and for a while!