Last night I went to a going away party for Darren and Julie, the only Vancouverites moving to Malta this year.
It’s a strange thing to be celebrating, someone’s going away, like a wake with the departed still there. Even a vast array of shrimp, cold cuts and scotch can’t fully soften that blow.
Maybe if it was your going away party, it would make more sense to invite all your enemies and every jerk you dislike to your going away party. Then the crowd would be much happier, and you’d be happy to be leaving them all behind.
Of course, this going away party’s gloom was mitigated by the fact that they’re moving to Malta, not, like, Bakersfield or something. (Bakersfield is my default armpit nowhere destination, ever since my old editor Mike Carlson went there for an early journalism job.)
And Susie and I now have a good reason to go to Malta, and a nice place to stay while we’re there.
Of course, when we leave Malta, we’ll have to have a going away party.
“Almost every American I know does trade large portions of his life for entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one of them. In the course of writing this I’ve watched all 13 episodes of House of Cards and who knows how many more West Wing episodes, and I’ve spent any number of blurred hours falling down internet rabbit holes. All instead of reading, or writing, or working, or spending real time with people I love.”
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
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