Or so I’m told. I don’t remember much after a certain point. Like getting home or why I woke up this morning with my head at the foot of the bed. The problem was two-fold I reckon–I started drinking at 1 p.m., and the only beer available was the full strength variety. Anyway, from what I recall it was a good party and a nice afternoon to be out on the beach. Luckily I have a few photos taken while I was still in control of my faculties.

And that seems to be the last photograph from the party on my phone. Not sure what all happened after that, but one report has me being a dick with one of the women there. Embarrassing if true, but what’s done is done. Maybe I won’t be invited back next year. Oh well.

I’m not going to live forever so I want to make every day matter. Reading this blog it might appear that I’m a failure in that regard. So, I guess I should say make every day matter to me. If I’m choosing to live a life full of mundane and meaningless routines, so be it. The point is that I’m living my life on my terms. I’ve gotten much better about not worrying about the future or dwelling on the past. One day at a time is all you can live anyway, so let it be what it is until you run out of days.

I guess Kevin Kim’s post “a meditation on death” got me thinking about life. I’m not really fearing the inevitable end of life, but I ain’t in no hurry to get there either. My big takeaway from his post was that whatever meaning you find in your life is found by living in the moment. The here and now is all we have; the hereafter is unknown and unknowable. I’m not religious so I have no expectations of heaven or anything similar. Today is what I live for.

Hash Monday once again. We’ll deal with the results of that endeavor tomorrow. Assuming there is a tomorrow for me.