HOW TO GET UP AND GO

The party ride for one and all. via pdxpartybus.com

When you feel down, get up and go. Make the call.

The best way to beat a down day is to get up and go. It may not change anything, how you feel, where you are, but just knowing you can do it, that you can get up and go, changes things.

Call it a view from a different angle.

Call it a reboot, a refresh, a new look.

Even if you don’t know where you’re going, get up and go. It’s the sort of drill you do so you can check off mobility problems on your problems to solve list.

If you can move it on down the line, move it. If you don’t where to go to beat back the blues, keep reading.

Putting yourself out there, where ever that may be, is a start.

For example…

Baby boomers on the short side of life hear their mortality clock ticking. Call the short side sixty years old since getting to one hundred twenty years old is unlikely.

Pretty cheery so far?

Even The Who said, “Hope I die before I get old,” when they were in their twenties. They didn’t die, didn’t retire, didn’t fade away. Take it from The Who, no one wants to die before they get old. It’s poetic license for the purpose of Rock and Roll, just like ‘Don’t trust anyone over thirty.’

Thirty? Remember when that was old age? How can you tell old?

Did anyone ever think the main topic of conversation would be, “I saw the doctor today and they said…?”

Did anyone plan on sitting in a room talking about what hurts worse, a knee, a hip, or a shoulder?

Or play ‘would you rather’ on which joint replacement you’d rather have, a knee or a shoulder instead of would you rather one movie star or another?

Getting old is getting old, harping on getting old is already old.

It’s time to get up and go.

Mike Westfall inside Tapphoria on Hwy 99 in Tigard, and the main man for Portland Party Bus. via Portlandtribune.com

Here’s a great way to love the age you are: Go to a concert with a herd of millennials as the designated driver. You are the responsible one for a night, you wild and crazy boomer.

It’s not the Portland Party Bus, but it works until you book time with Mike Westfall.

What did you used to do when you had a designated driver? Will they do the same?

Everything was good before the concert, during, and after. For you. Everyone else knew their role. Party hard, party down, don’t stop ’til you’re on the ground.

Well, no one hit the ground. Something hit the ground, but it wasn’t a body, maybe bodily fluids.

If you’re the captain of the ship and all of your sailors are tanked, but not you, you’ve done a service to an entire generation. You won’t feel old because you got everyone out and back safely. You’ll feel like you’re back in high school with your usual band of booze hounds.

I took the test and passed.

Back in high school I had a colossally drunk classmate in the passenger seat of my folks’ Volkswagen camper. He was drinking off a bad experience in Marshfield with vodka and unsweetened orange juice in a can.

That stuff is horrible.

We were in the parking lot of Geno’s Pizza when another classmate pulled up beside his window. That driver and my passenger opened their windows. My passenger cut loose with a stream of projectile vomit that went right into the driver’s side window of the other car.

If youtube had been around, the video clip would have millions of views. It was the best hurl, the one to match all others against.

That didn’t happen with the crew Saturday night after the concert. What did happen? Leave a comment.

Who were the people from the 1973 event? Leave a comment.