|Rice Park in St. Paul, MN|
It was gorgeous!
There are many drunk memories I'd like to forget, but there was one that came to mind when we were at the park.
Two years ago, at Christmas time, we went to a show in St. Paul. I had been drinking all day at home, and of course wanted more when we went out. I had more before the show, and in fact, I fell into the row, and couldn't get up, as I was that drunk.
I couldn't hear the words, so we left, and went to a restaurant where I ordered more to drink. I had a partial blackout, remembering bits and pieces.
This is in the past. It's gone. But the lessons are there to teach me. And they are so simple. Drinking makes nothing better.
It adds no joy to my life.
I am missing nothing, except humiliation and embarrassment.
I can now look back at the drunk Wendy and hold her with love and compassion. She didn't know any other way. She did the best she could.
In fact, I am proud of her, because she never gave up. She kept trying to find a way out of the madness.
This year, after our very short walk through the park, hubs found that he couldn't unlock the car. As I was freezing, jumping around like a kid, he gave up. He had to climb through the trunk, through the back seat, to finally get the car door open.
I SO wish I had a picture of him all dressed up, seeing nothing his legs and feet sticking out of the trunk.
It was hilarious!
(Well, at least it was to me!)
On Day 472