INSTAGOD

I don’t drink and paddleboard.
But it’s hard not to cocktail in Cabo.

There’s tequila in the salad.
The waiter tossed some in while tossing it.
So even my Caesar was drunk.
I was almost surprised no one offered me a shot while paddle boarding.
But as I dragged the board back to the beach a guy did ask if I wanted to buy weed or blow.
I did need a blow dry.
But blow?
Cabo.
Where the snow meets the sand.
A town that’s always on Spring Break.
And Spring Break is rowdier than I remember.
Just before I was offered the drug buffet I was stalking dolphins. I was pretty close to two of them when I remembered they weight 600 pounds.
I had learned that the day before at the Cabo Dolphin Encounter. A friend of mine is a dolphin trainer there. So we got to swim with them. It’s a thrill ride. My girlfriend Lisa almost lost her bikini bottom.
I seem to have misplaced my diet.
I went from no carbs…to chips and Margs.
Now that I’m home I’m trying to right the ship. But I’m cheating a bit.
My friend Melanie told me about Ketone powder. It makes your body work more efficiently. And it lets you cheat on your no carb diet.
I’m weaning myself to a bag of chips a day.
It’s the barbeque ones I can’t resist.
I was at a beach barbeque in Malibu the other day. I took a walk and I heard a girl laughing. Something about her laugh made me look. It was Lauren Sanchez and her sister-in-law Maria Quiban.
I had not seen sweet Maria since she lost her husband. He passed away. Writing that seems wrong…he isn’t lost. He didn’t just pass away.
Passed away is for old people. Sean was young with the most beautiful family.
I went to the funeral. And Maria and I have been in touch.
But it was my first chance to hug her. She’s a beautiful girl. And a strong woman. Which is good because there’s so much pain.
Maria says she can say his name without crying.
That’s new.
I wanted to cry too.
We will never understand why.
I’ve asked God why many times…about many things.
If he ever answers me I’ll let you know.
Maybe I’d get answers if I checked in with him as often as I check Instagram.
So I’m trying a new thing.
I’m using Instagram as my reminder.
Every time I check it… I say a little prayer.
My prayer should be…Dear Lord don’t let me look at others photos and covet what they have.
Or maybe…Lord let me look at my photos and appreciate what I have.
I think this InstaGod thing will help me hold on to the happy.
I just wish I’d taken a photo of my drunk salad.