We went out last night for dinner and to listen to music. The original plan was to go on the boat, but the tides conspired against us. So we decided to do a night on the town.
Actually we went to the Shrimp Shack which is just up the road a few miles from the marina. A few weeks ago we stopped in there and heard the most amazing guitar player. Chris and the owner team up to rip out some great cover songs.
The place has a small dance floor where people actually do some talented two step and shag. Women and men, women and women dancing and having a great time. And some of these couples really know how to move.
The seafood basically is fried Southern. As the owner said from the microphone, "The seafood sucks". Okay, so the food is definitely not the attraction. But the music is.
Chris, who travels down from NC every weekend to play, has had quite the career. He played in Delbert McClinton's band and with Jimmy Buffet and the Coral Reefers. Watching him play, I figured somewhere along the line he blew it because no way does this fellow belong in a shrimp shack playing covers.
Anyway, last night Chris came over to talk to us. We were sitting in front of the stage so he smiled and came over. During the conversation, out of the blue, he said that he had to quit drinking. His doctor told him that his liver enzymes were a mess. He asked "How long? A week, a month...". The doctor said "For good if you want to live."
So C. shared that she quit drinking about four and a half years ago. Chris said that he was 2 1/2 weeks sober. He said that he was still having a feeling of being hung over even though he hadn't had a drink. So he and C. had a conversation about the first few weeks of sobriety. And then it was time for him to get back on stage and play.
There are no coincidences. I believe some how, he and C. were meant to connect. We left around midnight hoping that Chris stays sober. C. said to keep in touch if he wanted.
The insanity of alcoholism can wreck so much of life. This morning a sailing friend called to tell me that she and her partner won't be meeting us at the anchorage. He got roaring drunk last night and woke her up at 4 AM to scream and yell at her. She got her bag together and left the boat which belongs to her. As someone who is still hoping for her partner to change, she didn't realize that she could have asked him to leave her boat. We are so used to focusing on others that we don't stop to consider ourselves and our well being. I tell her to take care of herself. I have hope that both the alcoholic and the person who is in their orbit will quit the dance which is neither graceful or pretty.