It is about me, but I still couldn't have said it better myself

It's been drifting around on the internet for awhile, but it's still true:

"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chardonnay in hand, totally worn out, shouting Holy crap... what a ride!"

Hope to be able to do that myself, except it'll be a nicely-aged whisky (18 or 21, some like nicely-aged women), not that chardonnay shit...