Recovery in Blue
I’ve only been in the AA Program for about a month and a half, and my meetings have almost exclusively been in Davis at the local Lutheran church. (A fact that almost turned me off of the whole Program… a topic for another time.)
Alex and I flew down to LA to spend some time with our families before school starts up again, and I decided to go to a meeting while in my beloved hometown. I not only wanted to continue my program while on vacation, but also seeing the different types of meetings that take place in a major metropolitan area, versus THE COW TOWN THAT I LIVE IN.
So a few days ago, I went to a meeting at a meeting hall- a building used for nothing but AA meetings. Not only was this most certainly NOT a church but is was also NOT in Davis. Both were awesome.
The Hall was in Hollywood, it it was filled with Hollywood types: older men with long grey hair, young men and women in 5-inch stilettos and everyone with more hair care products in their hair than I have in my bathroom. I have never felt so at home.
This hall was simply a large, square room with mildly uncomfortable chairs and exposed bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The walls were unpainted brick and pleasantly unspectacular. The coffee was more horrible than anything I had ever ingested, and that includes the time I ate spoiled chili and pooped liquid for 3 days.
And as I sat in this large hall in my expensive shoes I felt at peace. I felt understood. But really, more than anything, I felt at home.
