Unironically, my last post before heading off on a three week vacation in Mexico dealt with the increased ease British Columbians may soon get shitfaced. No troubles of that kind here, my friends. Took me two and a half weeks to convince motherfucking Google I was on vacation down here however. My lawyer, who assures me he is worth every penny I pay him, assures me I will be home in time to help you drink your Christmas liquor. The very same lawyer who once assured me peyote was legal down here, "But not in such quantity Senor Cerveza."