Drinking at Altitude

Does not matter. It works everywhere.

Whether inhaling a Miller High Life while overlooking the waves lapping near the dock at Red's Java House on San Francisco's Embarcadero surrounded by longshoreman and yuppies at sea level, floating down the meandering 140 mile Truckee River slurping and spilling Mike's Hard Lemonade at 6,000 feet, holding down with the palm of your hand a double shot of Johnnie Walker Red Label at 37,000 feet through ass-warbling turbulence in a middle coach seat on a Continental Airlines flight out of Newark, New Jersey, or biting down on a 10 ounce can of Coors Light and a short dog of Jim Beam at the bottom of a 12 foot below sea level irrigation ditch not far from a failed levee outside of Opelousas, Louisiana, alcohol will do the trick.

Cheers.