Let's Not Toast to That

I was nearly three years sober, and New Years was approaching. I was still pretty much out of the partying mode. I would go to family functions and my family would watch over me. They would tell me which punch bowl I could drink from and which I couldn't drink from. I would go to parties at the local Sober Club and was getting back into the swing of things. A friend from my home group asked me if I would like to come to his house New Year's Eve for a sober party. It sounded like a good idea. Most of the people I knew, and they all supported me in my new way of life. I thought about the last 25 New Year's Eve fiascos and thought it would be nice to celebrate with others like me, so I told him I would be there.