Over the fourth weekend my fiance, Jamie and I went up to South Haven Michigan to be with her extended family. Her aunt and uncle have a beautiful house on Lake Michigan up there. Her family is very close and a lot of fun. We laughed all weekend long.
On Independence Day Jamie’s two uncles, her brother-in-law, and her barely-underage twin cousins started throwing back beers in the early afternoon. After spending some time at the beech, the holiday festivities moved to the hot tub in the back yard. Classic rock blared from the iPod as the men continued to pound ’em amidst the bubbly foam in the tub.
I was the only male conspicuously missing from the hot tub party. I was sitting amongst the women laughing at the crazy conversations the guys were having. Finally, they coaxed me into the water. As I lowered myself in, the water spilled over the sides. The tub had exceeded capacity. Jamie’s uncle Marcus, a guy known for his quick wit and his ability to turn every family function into a raucous free-for-all told a story about rubbing elbows with a world famous musician. Marcus traveled in elite circles because of his family fortune. In the short time I’ve known him, he has boarded a private jet to the ’08 Final Four, and has met President Obama. I wasn’t about to dismiss his latest tale as hearsay despite his drunken state.
“You know, I played tennis against the great Yitzhak Perlman. Yeah, I mopped the court with him!” There was a pause and then billows of loud laughter filled the yard. Pearlman happens to be handicapped and confined to a wheel chair. Despite its crass nature, the joke went over well and it was vintage Marcus. Then Neal Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” blasted from the speakers. Someone in the tub called Diamond the Jewish Elvis and everyone busted into their rendition of the classic song. The lyrics echoed through the entire subdivision, the guys were having a great time. I smiled and hummed along. I kept wondering how I would have related had I shared their blood alcohol levels. They kept offering me beers and I kept turning them down, all the while envisioning myself as drunk and happy as they were.
The doctors said that I had no alcohol dependency when they were diagnosing my illness. Does that mean I’m in the clear? Can I have a few beers on occasion? They always warned me that alcohol in any amount could disrupt my stability. The temptation will always be there. This is something I have to live with. The difficult part will be remaining sober at our wedding in December. After the booze fest that was July 4th, I’m not so sure I want to be the sober one forever.