Rosa gladly went to A.A. with me last night. It was a closed meeting for alcoholics only.
"Don't say you're an addict," I told her quietly as we walked in and sat down.
Philip, our patriarch, came up to shake her hand and greet a newcomer before the meeting.
"Are you an alcoholic?" he asked Rosa.
"I drink a lot of beer," Rosa replied.
That was good enough in Philip's book I guess and the meeting began without Philip saying anything else about it. I sighed with relief.
"These A.A. people take that stuff so serious," Rosa said as we were driving home afterwards.
"They have to," I replied. "Many would die if they went back to drinking."
"I can understand that," Rosa said. "Cocaine would have killed me."
"Drinking's gonna get your ass too if you don't quit drinking those six-packs of Budweiser every day," I said as I smiled and pulled onto main street.
"Well, it is starting to worry me too," Rosa said.
I was so glad to hear her say that and realize the problem of cross addiction. It is so easy to substitute one substance for another. Maybe, Rosa will go with me to A.A. more often. She would be doing me a favor as well as her presence seems to subdue my social anxieties.
PS - Posted my grandmother's cheese straw recipe for Crusty Beef and others. Scroll down for it.