On one hand today was
Bay to
Breakers, so the bar was full of rowdy drunk people in costume,
wanting to get their loud, party karaoke on, while at the same time,
the regulars were having a memorial to "Sir" Donald, one of the gang
who'd been with us for years.
Quite a dichotomy. I only sang three songs, but finished strong with "I'm Still Here," which was one of Donald's songs as well, and thus a fitting tribute.
As a result of the Memorial, my friend Donatello, who I'd been on the
outs with for a few years walked in, hugged me and sat down next to
me. I tried to amends, because he was absolutely right regarding the
thing he was mad about. (Me being a gossip --- if not a Gossypiboma.)
He said we were ok, and that he'd been touchy, but it was OK. This
goes back a couple of years. It was nice to see him and have that
done.
(I know the Steps are in order for a reason, and right now I'm still contending with Step 2, but when the opportunity walks into a bar and plunks itself down next to you...)