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Last night, my husband and I took time out to attend a rehab Christmas party where an in-law is currently undergoing a program.
At some point I've gotten myself shock-proof from all these rehab visitations where it's not uncommon for me to encounter someone I know either visiting a trainee (as people undergoing the program are called in this facility) or being the trainee visited. The sons of friends, a high-school acquaintance, a daughter's classmate, someone you were just talking to three weeks ago, another girl I remember having seen from another rehab, even a known active drug-user's child (I know, it's unfair for the child to be visited by his dad who was so positively on speed, one can tell), and you're just happy that they, or somebody else, decided for them to go for treatment.
The center prepared a Christmas party program presented by the trainees for their loved ones and it was a happy kind of senti(mental) evening in that you smiled at the effort put into preparing the song and dance numbers, even the comedy skits. Also you felt for the bittersweet moments of families with recently committed trainees who are having a reunion for the first time in several months.
So they had a program with dances and Christmas song numbers and it all went very well. At some point, a group of 5 or so came on stage and assumed their places with the instruments and mics, counted '1-2 1-2-3 ...' and broke out into a loud and very rocking ... I Wanna Be Sedated by the Ramones. Ooops! Was that funny or what? One look at the face of the program director seated at the next table told me it wasn't and the one in charge of the Christmas presentation is probably bound to get some really heavy flak along with the holiday loot bag to go.
Last night, my husband and I took time out to attend a rehab Christmas party where an in-law is currently undergoing a program.
At some point I've gotten myself shock-proof from all these rehab visitations where it's not uncommon for me to encounter someone I know either visiting a trainee (as people undergoing the program are called in this facility) or being the trainee visited. The sons of friends, a high-school acquaintance, a daughter's classmate, someone you were just talking to three weeks ago, another girl I remember having seen from another rehab, even a known active drug-user's child (I know, it's unfair for the child to be visited by his dad who was so positively on speed, one can tell), and you're just happy that they, or somebody else, decided for them to go for treatment.
The center prepared a Christmas party program presented by the trainees for their loved ones and it was a happy kind of senti(mental) evening in that you smiled at the effort put into preparing the song and dance numbers, even the comedy skits. Also you felt for the bittersweet moments of families with recently committed trainees who are having a reunion for the first time in several months.
So they had a program with dances and Christmas song numbers and it all went very well. At some point, a group of 5 or so came on stage and assumed their places with the instruments and mics, counted '1-2 1-2-3 ...' and broke out into a loud and very rocking ... I Wanna Be Sedated by the Ramones. Ooops! Was that funny or what? One look at the face of the program director seated at the next table told me it wasn't and the one in charge of the Christmas presentation is probably bound to get some really heavy flak along with the holiday loot bag to go.
Poppycock | 12/18/2006 |
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