Do You Always Laugh This Much?

IT WAS ONE of those meetings our little group finds itself having every six months or so. The meeting sparkled. It glittered. Laughter rolled around the floor and bounced off the walls. Love and friendship and understanding washed over us in waves. A lot of good AA was talked that night, but always with a slant that stimulated new gusts of laughter. There we sat, fifteen sober alcoholics, convulsed with mirth, having the time of our lives. It was a wonderful meeting!