The Drunkard Progress: From the First Glass to the Grave

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​I've been threatening to get a personal breathalyzer for almost a decade now. What would the scientific purpose be? Revenge! And to study exactly how much I have to drink before becoming better (read: The Best!) at everything. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're out with friends, and two, three beers in you slowly can start seeing the ones and zeros. You're playing darts, pool, snowboarding, writing, baby sitting, driving, you get the point. Something clicks. You're now a better product than you were half an hour ago. You're in the running for expert. 10,000 hours rule? Out the window. 3 pints rule.

My scientific study was going to determine what is the exact point in the bell curve you were at after so many drinks. I thought I was going to be a pioneer. Forget incremental intelligence on liquor and the human psyche. This was revolutionary. 

Turns out it's age old. Look at this illustrated bell curve of The Drunkard Progress from back in the Prohibition Era. While it lacks some of the scientific data I require to win bets while playing darts, it's a beginning well ahead of its time.​

1. A Glass with a Friend

Never a bad idea, and never refuse a drink from a friend.​

2. A Glass to Keep the Cold Out

For years, this was a saving grace for families without fire and heat in the Depression.​ Have a nip from the flask, keep going, keep working, keep your family.

3. A Glass Too Much

Woah, woah, now. Wait a tick. This contradicts my original hypothesis. Three drinks is too much? I was predicting this is where the early curve of true success starts. I'd argue on drink three that you are getting limber, more confident, quicker at adapting to the challenges around you.​

4. Drunk and Riotous

The what now? I can only assume that we've been duped by current liquor distilleries. Are we the victims of Alcohol Percentage Inflation? Maybe their drinks had more punch back then, because there is no way after four drinks anyone is rioting*​

*Aside from fickle Vancouver Canucks "fans" after four Coors Lights.

5. The Summit Attained!

"Jolly companions, a confirmed drunkard."​ Now I can agree that with five whisky drinks put back in a short period of time, you're well on your way... but summit, far from it. This is akin to being the chair at your local PTA and thinking you're ready to be President of the United States (although a confirmed drunkard may in fact do a better job). I'm calling premature on this peak of the curve.

6. Poverty and Disease

Depending on where you drink, no argument here​. Racking up $13 a swig at some fine, new age cocktail bar is going to send you straight to poverty at this point... and who knows, the wrong decision taxi ride could have you itching for the rest of your life. We'll score them a point on accuracy for this one.

7. Forsaken by Friends

Again comes the argument. I find by Step Seven you actually upgrade from acquaintance to friend,  from friend to dear friend. You're the best! Another strike against. Moving on.

8. Desperation and Crime

I'm going to roll with desperation here. In the region of eight, nine, ten drinks... you'll take whatever you can get. Any daily special or any lady special​. It's all the same... but who says that's a crime!

9. Death by Suicide

This seems a little drastic, even for the extreme pace of this list. Sure, some mornings do feel like it'd be easier to just roll off the balcony to the sidewalk below... but the good news is most of you don't live high enough for that to even be an option, so you usually suck it up and sleep in.

Conclusion!

Either the ounce, like the dollar, went a lot further back in the day or hyperbole was in perfect Election Campaign form. There's even the chance that this isn't to be interpreted as one step per drink, which is entirely likely... but I still find the acceleration of this list to be a tad heady. Ha! See what I did there? Man that's rich.​

In summation, it's always best to conduct your own studies and form your own opinions, because there's a good chance that those commissioned to tell you otherwise are lying sacks of shit.​

A Trip to Mexico City: Plane, Bus, Taxi and Foot

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Mexico City is big. 8,857,188 big if you're only counting the centre (Distrito Federal). If you look out to Greater Mexico City, we're talking about 21,163,188 people. 

 As you fly in, the view is of buildings and neighbourhoods stretching as far as you can see until they become silhouettes in the distance and meet a landscape of larger silhouettes. Mountains and volcanoes surround the valley which rests in the Trans-Mexican Volcanic Belt. The peaks reach up to 16,400ft in elevation while Mexico City itself sits at 7,350ft.

Let's wrap that up: 21 million people, 7,350ft above sea level compacted into a valley surrounded by volcanoes.

Note: Walking and talking with a cheeseburger in your mouth causes panting. Because of the altitude!

We stayed just over a week. It was a damned fine time and I've written a bit about arriving, walking, drinking, dancing. We were married in some fake ceremony in a dive while standing on broken peanut shells by the bartender with a giant sombrero and fake moustache. We met some new friends, checked out history, shopped at markets and did some more drinking to close it off. I'll wait for the lady to also summarize some of the pieces of the trip so if you're interested in heading to Mexico City, you'll have a head start on pricing, neighbourhoods, museums and markets.

For now, take a look at some of the photos we took. All images should be clickable to enlarge.

In both the left and right above, this woman was in the Zócalo (pictured below) selling hats and traditional garbs, but mostly sleeping. When taking the few pictures we have of some unique, senior nationals who looked a bit down and out, we gave them some pesos first and asked if it would be okay to take their picture before wishing them well.

These shots are all in or near the Zócalo. That brass dome you see is the Palacio de Bellas Artes It was hard to find a horizon for that shot. That thing is sinking.

"Why is Mexico City Sinking? One bad decision after another." — Ian Sample, The Guardian

Picture of pictures. They were mostly divided into sections. Movie stars, musicians, political rebels, pioneers and builders.

There are more pictures for another post. Maybe one about prices, specific places to see and where to eat. I highly recommend Mexico City for a visit. Hell of a time.

 

Dave Lee and Tim Ostler will Make You Happy Today

​Holy shit! That's the best way to start this one off. Signal founder and ex pro-shred, Dave Lee got together with a bunch of awesome people (including a quick cameo from old friend and hero, Jason Brown) to create this magical adaptive snowboarding device for Tim Ostler. 

No failures. Just bumps in the road.

When you watch the video, you'll learn that Tim used to be a pro snowboarder back in the 1990s, but in the early 2000s had an accident riding halfpipe and was ​paralyzed. To get Tim back on the shred, Signal Snowboards and Crankbrothers Mountain Bike Components teamed up to build a brand new adaptive snowboard concept. Just watching the guys, you can see how exciting this project was, and I hope it's just the beginning for them. Just watch the video.

I was lucky enough to become friends with Dave Lee and J. Brown through snowboarding. Haven't seen the boys in ages, but seeing this made me miss them and that life. Both of them are some of the most quality and creative individuals in the snowboard world.

While it's damned amazing, it's not a surprise that Dave Lee would be the driving force behind this. I never knew Tim Ostler, but I definitely had a magazine cut out of him on my door when I was a young shred back in Ontario, dreaming of moving to Whistler.​ Eventually I escaped high school and made the move. Through putting down too many frontboards and nosepresses, I was able to hook up with these guys and had some of the best years of my life. 

Dammit, that's some fine work, gents!