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Live life every day with a sense of urgency.

The weekend is coming to a close and that means shoving massive amounts of food and other unhealthy treats down my throat is coming to a close as well. I spent all DAY Saturday hanging out with Andy. That’s me.

I think i went to 3 different grocery stores, of course at 3 separate times. I spent the last remaining hours of sunlight at a park reading here’s a combination that can’t beat most times: book, open space park, blanket, mango slices, and pomegranate seeds. As peaceful as that sounds my night wasn’t… I went with my friend brencis and his friend we were joined by his sisters and her friends oh yeah and 3 bottles of tequila. Next thing you know we are greeted outside the house with a van similar to a travel van you would see picking people up from the airport. It seemed that one of the sister’s friends (i’m not using names because I don’t remember any of their names) called a van to pick us up and take us to a bar. It was random and it was enough to get me excited to actually go to a bar. We pack the van like pack rats entering a cave. The night continues and so on. I don’t want to go into much detail about the bar or how it was because frankly, most bars are all the same, loud riddled with the majority of males being testosterone-induced thinking they need to look the coolest or toughest every waking minute they are out of their little worlds away from the dull lives they call meaningful. I end the night the same way I started that morning on my friend’s hardwood floor nothing on except for my pair of Smartwool boxer briefs not even a fucking blanket to work with. I get up hungover looking like a character straight out of the hangover movies. I run my hands through my knotted messy hair and put on my pornstar retro aviator sunglasses that I purchased at a farmers market in Seattle. Apparently, I lost my t-shirt also so I walk I woudln’t even call it a walk more like a stumble to my car, shirtless and reeking like cheap tequila.

Its 6:30 am and I drag myself to a diner 20 minutes away and shove a blueberry waffle and 3 eggs smothered in cheddar cheese and sliced avocado down my throat paired with a cup of black coffee. Get hammered and go eat breakfast by yourself. You’ll thank me later. I leave a generous tip and sign the check, I get in my car and head to REI to pick up a new tent I just recently purchased. When I arrive I realize I still have 10 minutes before opening so I sat in the shaded parking lot. I turn to the left and dude sitting in a honda 2 door civic was listening to what sounded like a Joe Rogan podcast but more importantly, he had a roof rack one that I specifically want. So naturally, I walk up to this car knock on his window making awkward hand gestures signaling to lower the window and ask him where he got his darn roof rack. You don’t need to be informed on that but we ended in conversation and he asked me if I rock climb and I said humbly i do.

So naturally, he asked if I wanted to climb and I responded “yeah sure when do you have in mind”.

He put my impulsive spontaneous character to the test and said “right now after this rei trip”.

I had and never really do have any plans ever so i said fuck it either way i would never turn down an outdoor rock climbing sesh on a beautiful day. We finish our business in REI and discuss climbing spots we ended up in Post Falls, Idaho a pretty popular spot for local climbers. It was an awesome turn of events from waking up hungover slightly down on myself for consuming that amount of liquor the night before to gleaming with joy because I just finished a 4-hour climbing sesh. The little things people.

I lay here in bed now freshly showered a tummy full of pesto tortellini pasta and ice-cold water. I am bliss this is peace. This is just what a small sliver of life should always be but unfortunately cant because it’s not realistic. You don’t just get to spend all night drinking pouring toxins into your body to meeting a random fellow in the parking lot of REI and climbing for hours and potentially the rest of the week. I mean let me rephrase that it is not reality but it’s my reality.

That was a good way to get me to not drink for another month and to climb harder and stay even happier.

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Should i call her?