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Gyasi Went Home

Music and alcohol (excessive consumption) always seem to be associated with one another..but the older I get, the less I understand why. Speaking from my own experience alcohol tends to make one lack concentration and forget things and/or be incapacitated and no longer capable of enjoyment. If I'm making an effort to go see live music then why would I want to forget it..I don't know, it just seems counter intuitive, should I not want to remember seeing/hearing a band?

I've typically, sometimes intentionally..sometimes out of necessity, tried to avoid mixing alcohol with live music consumption (at least to the point of inebriation). When I was younger I'd often end up being the DD for shows which actually turned out pretty well (necessity); as I've gotten older it's turned into more of an intentional choice to not get dickered before shows. I'd say a major turning point towards intent came in November of 2005..(took me a while to google it, I thought it was Feb 2006, turns out it was Nov 12, 2005). Either way (the only band I could remember being on the bill) Bedouin Soundclash and The Junction were playing the MacEwan Hall Ballroom. I was pretty stoked (this was the height of me giving a shit about Bedouin [I had somewhat recently heard sounding a mosaic and was quite enamored]) as the show coincided with my girlfriend coming out for a visit. Perfect time to celebrate and take in some good music. The thing is, when I get too excited for an event I tend(ed?) to overindulge, that night was no exception. Long story short, I don't remember any of the opening bands music, had to leave the show (I believe) before Bedouin even hit the stage and the only thing I had to remember the night by was a ticket stub and an ice cream pail full of puke (m'lady also missed Bedouin due to being the great person she is and making sure I made it home). To top it all off I had to start a new job the next day (that I spent so hungover and regurgitating my regret from the night before into the toilet), yeesh.  From that point on I have tried to make a conscious decision to avoid (excessive consumption of) libations until after the entertainment, and it's worked out fairly well for me (there has been the odd show that I've gotten wizzed for but it's been few and far between and..you know..rock and roll?).

I've tried to take the same clear headed approach to reviewing chips. I'll often take notes on my phone when consuming for future blog posts, due to this practice my notes need to make sense. That said, Yum Yum Sriracha, I had a bag of these on Nov 28, 2015 (was at a friends 30th birthday party, drinks were had), the notes on my phone read "Mildly hot, potato not crazy. Chili pepper hot. Okay. Kind of a faint BBQ hot. Noms. Fantastic" It would appear that I quite enjoyed the chips and found a hard time pinning down what exact kind of heat they had. After a quick search on the googles I found that my notes neglected to mention that the chips were also wavy. I'll have to give em another try one of these days, seems like I'd recommend it.

And that kids, is why excessive alcohol consumption should be avoided.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

Editors notes:
  • you didn't actually end up with the ice cream pail. The taxi driver made us leave it at the train station.
  • you forgot to mention that there was only one channel to watch on the tv while you were passed out.

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