Ran into an old AA friend this morning as I was leaving the convenience store. It was Phillip. The local patriarch of our AA meetings. He kept putting words in my mouth, though.
"Your sober, but you're miserable," he kept saying of me only sparingly attending AA.
I've been going to AA, but just haven't written much about it. You've been to one AA meeting -- you've been to them all. I certainly wasn't miserable, though. I have also been more mindful that I shouldn't betray the anonymity of the people in the meetings. I can be a blather mouth and will write about it on my blog in an almost boasting fashion hoping people will think I am a cool guy and a guy everyone wants to befriend.
"We could sure use you in the local meetings," Phillip finally told me. "AA is about dead in the Valley. We just don't have enough drunks to support a lot of meetings."
I certainly don't want AA to die. It is a long drive everyday to LaGrange to attend my favored meetings. I agreed to start going in the Valley again. I will just have to keep moaning "principles over personalities" as some of the regulars that go to AA in the Valley are unsavory characters. Abrasive almost.