Dear Diary,

I had the honor of presenting one of my AA friends her one year token last night.   When she asked me to do it, I just about burst into tears.  The one year token is the biggest deal, I think.   The thought of a whole year without a drink used to be absolutely unimaginable.   It’s such a milestone.  I dug up my one year token to give to her.  I didn’t have to dig very far because I only have two.  I’m getting number three in March.  It felt great to hand it to her and say a few words to the group.  This particular woman came into our meeting all by herself, not knowing anything about AA really.  She just knew she needed to stop drinking.  It’s been awesome to see her open up and change and grow.  She told me that about a year and a half ago, she wrote me a long email.  She says she was so drunk, she doesn’t even remember doing it.  She’s mortified because she included pictures of herself.    I wish I would’ve saved it just to show her where she was, but she’s thrilled I didn’t.  We laugh about it now.   She’s just so embarrassed that she sent pictures of herself with the email.  I think it’s cute, but I also get a kick out of how much she cringes when she talks about it.   She just happened to find the monday night meeting that I attend, by chance.  Now we’re friends.    We text each other during “Hoarders” and “Housewives” as we have the same sense of humor.  Stuff like this happens all the time in AA and in sobriety.  It’s a trip sometimes.

On Sunday night, Jerry and I had dinner at Cucina Urbana.  Super cool design and really good food.  I would’ve loved to have tried something with fish or meat, but I let Jerry order the good veggie stuff off the menu.

We had these little pasta balls (that’s what she said…I’m sorry) filled with ricotta cheese.  Look at this funky plate it was served on:

The lighting was very unique.   Straight chandeliers with utensils hanging off of them.  Loved the look:

The back wall was a fusion (love that word) of earthy tones mixed in with words.  Jerry says it looks like a clown threw-up on the wall.   I beg to differ:

You’re probably saying to yourself,  ”I don’t give a sh#* what the restaurant looked like, I wanna know what they talked about.”  Okay, here’s what I can tell you:  in a few weeks, maybe a little more, maybe a little less,  the deal should be done.  Once it is, we can move ahead like gangbusters to get things all ready to start up on the air again.  When I say there’s a lot that goes into to this whole thing, that is the understatement of the century.  There’s so much, but so much that’s so fun and exciting and unlike anything San Diego has ever seen or heard. It’s going to be worth the wait. Jerry says that as soon as the light turns green, he’ll let ya’ll know what’s up.  I just hope and pray I’ll get a visit from the money fairy cuz dang, baby need new shoes.  And this time I’m not joking..both of my babies do!

It’s Tuesday, music class day in Evan’s class.  I’m going to be teaching the little guys and girls about the percussion section of the orchestra.  Hopefully, this time when they close their eyes to listen to each instrument they won’t tell me it makes them feel like vampires are sneaking up to bite them.  That’s a big wish, though.  The little boys in her class are vampire freaks, apparently.   What stresses me out a little bit about teaching the class is the last 10 minutes or so.   The kids love “Busta Move Dance Party.”  That’s where I have them form a circle, I put on a kid friendly song and the kids take turns “bustin’ their signature move.”  It’s hilarious.  The teacher probably isn’t too thrilled OR the parents because the kids go home right after class all riled up!  I taught them the “robot” move last week.  What can I teach them this week…hmmmm….definitely not the boob flex I emulated on Fox news last week.     Jeff, Jer, Tommy and I are going to be back tomorrow morning to talk Idol again. Can’t wait!!!

See you later, Diary.