5.25.25
Holy fuck, my old ass body is sore! Muscles I didn’t even know that I had hurt. I don’t remember falling asleep last night; it happened so quickly. Last night was so much fun, and worth every ache I feel today. My sober tribe is not a glum lot. We know how to have just as much fun sober, but we remember it the next day, have fewer accidental drunken injuries, and clean up everything before going to bed for the night. We played cornhole, ladder golf, BBQed burgers and dogs. When it got dark, we started the fire pit and, as required for fires, told old stories that made each other laugh. Good old gut laughs that make your sides hurt and your cheeks feel as though they will shatter like glass into a thousand pieces when you try to stop smiling.
If it weren’t for my obligation to the women’s meeting this morning and my eagerness to hear the speaker, I could easily lie on the couch all day. I have a feeling I’ll be doing exactly that as soon as I get home.
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