Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you’ve got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they’re always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.
did think about putting the Cheers image up here but actually after looking at a few shots decided that putting images of a bar on a sobriety blog is probably not a good plan.
wasn’t that a great show? of its time, of course. and it did spawn Frazier which is, in my book, even better. must find Frazier re-runs on some obscure satellite channel and tape a bunch of them. oh look, vocab getting all Americanized just at the thought of it. and the spelling, too 😉
that song was written by Gary Portnoy and Judy Hart Angelo. in the version first submitted to the televsion producers the first verse went as follows:
Singing the blues when the Red Sox lose
It’s a crisis in your life
On the run ’cause all your girlfriends
Wanna be your wife
And the laundry ticket’s in the wash
which obviously did not have as much general appeal! Cheers was first shown in the UK in 1983. which was when I was 16. I can definitely remember watching it before I left home. this is what I mean when I said in a recent post about being still affected now by the image of alcohol portrayed when I was younger. because bars are friendly places, yes? the best short cut to socialising, to forming relationships, to feeling loved and secure?
well, bugger that. it’s not true. I still have great affection for several of our local pubs: but engendered by the welcome they extend to my children and dog, the quality of the food, and the roaring fires in winter. it’s not the friendship group. because The Slaughtered Lamb scene in An American Werewolf in London was closer to the reality of many British pubs when I was growing up.
but wine bars. oh, when I was a young thing about town in my twenties, they could have been invented for me. wait, I think they were invented for me. socially acceptable booze locations for twenty somethings? untainted by the image of men in cloth caps and beer soaked carpets? how sophisticated. and yes, of course mine will be a large glass. or three. or five….and those were the days when you could still smoke inside. bloody hell. and I am trying to tread carefully here because it is easy to generate nostalgia for those days. whereas in fact I am more nostalgic for the ability to walk downstairs in the morning without my knee cartilage crackling like a bowl of Rice Krispies…
socialising changes with seasons in life. the booze traps now are at afternoon barbeques and cosy supper parties, where the phrase “more vino collapso?” is bandied about and I cannot help but see the Wolfies having their very own party behind the eyes of my friends. I see their wolves peering out, checking other people’s glasses with darting eyes, wondering when more wine will be offered or if it would be socially acceptable to top themselves up? which is fine. I am not called upon to save the world. (but I would be jolly good at it if I were. “oh, if you insist. if you would like the benefit of my advice? yes, you are drinking too much. and yes, your husband is an arse.”)
that’s ok, though. I have a place where I can see that our troubles are all the same, now. right here in the sobersphere. it is still so amazing to me that I am not the only one who has got herself into this pickle. that there are others ahead of me on the path showing me the way and that I can perhaps do a little of the same for more recent sober folks.
having an “I love you ALL” moment, guys. and it’s real. because I am sober.
here. these are for you. thank you.
59 days to one year.