2. And school started up today, where I ran into C. and J. and N. Of those people, N. and J. knew I’d stopped drinking and entered the program. J.’s response had been Say it ain’t so! and I haven’t heard from him much since then. I think N. is curious for his own personal reasons, but meanwhile he’s tolerant and supportive of my efforts…. but C. didn’t know; she just knows I stopped going to the bar where she works and it’s been months since she’s seen me. Today she said, It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! and I said, Yeah, I stopped drinking. Her response — which was AWESOME — was, Oh, that must be why you look so healthy and beautiful and fabulous. That was so great to hear… it’s not like I don’t feel a million times better — and I know it must show to some extent, too, because I’m attracting healthy people for the first time in my life — but to hear it from someone who hasn’t seen me for four months and notices a difference… well, that was nice.
3. I have a bruise the size of a football on my thigh, thanks to some stupid maneuvering at The Hideout last night. I’d climbed up on the bar to get a better view, not realizing it wasn’t all that sturdy, so Katie came by to ask me to get down about half-way through, and while getting down I whacked my thigh on the bar… and I had to ice it down when I got home last night, and it’s still so tender that it hurts when I walk. And it’s huge… when W. saw it today after I got out of the shower, he shrieked, What the hell is that on your leg? Thanks, son. I’ll remember this after you end up in your first mosh pit and someone gives you a black eye. I’ll make sure to recoil in horror… it feels real good.