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Steve McDevitt, the Innovative Drunk

Products that are inspired by alcohol, such as a Beer Pong Table that floats in the water or a 40oz koozie

By StevePublished 01/02/2009

There was a time when a getting together with a few buddies for some beers and reminiscing about memories past would send you home satisfied. Today, however, like every other facet of our ever changing lives, people are finding more and more ways to get drunk. Beer Pong, various drinking apparatuses and countless card drinking games are proof that simply having a few beers with your buddies is just not enough; unless of course you are drinking those beers out of a ten-foot beer bong attached to an ice luge, after you just lost a game of Flip Cup! I’m not saying that the world of drinking evolution is developing at a rate of speed parallel to the dot com boom, as Coors Light blue-changing mountains are no Google.com, however this blog will conjure up the elixir needed for drinkers everywhere, ready to experience intoxication bliss in a whole new world of creativity and inebriation.

Whether it be a special table to improve your beer pong experience, an animal-shaped beer bong to get you drunk faster, or whatever other drinking creation is out there just awaiting discovery, this blog will take you on a journey into the depths of drinking innovation to improve your drinking experience, raise your BAC level to new personal highs, or provide creative products that will finally help you entice that chick from your Biology class over to your house for some ole’ fashioned day drinking and some bad decisions.

And what makes me qualified to provide this alcohol creativity to the drinking public?

My drinking experience really started no different than anyone else. Ok, so maybe it did. For some, the first sip of alcohol to touch their pubescent lips may have been at a family holiday party, in the basement of their Uncle’s garage or from a bottle of Jack Daniels, left open on the table after their Mom and the pool man had already gone upstairs. For me, however it came in the back alley of a Denny’s in New Haven, Connecticut. Dejected after giving up a two-run game losing home run in wiffleball, I chased the ball which had torpedoed down a hill and across the main street coming to rest at the feet of a wrinkly, grotesque, golden brown skinned woman who probably should have turned down the buy forty get nine-thousand free tan offer six years prior.

She had just finished taking a swig out of a shiny flask and then without hesitation motioned it in my direction, mumbling something in a dialect that I was not familiar with. (I would later learn it was known as drunken gibberish, spoken by inhabitants in both the Northern and Southern Hemisphere wherever alcohol is consumed in large doses).

Naturally my instincts kicked in and I realized I would be a revolutionary among my peers- a regular Lewis or Clark hot on the trail of discovery. This discovery was alcohol and I would be the first to experience it. Ebulliently I accepted the flask from her leathery, bony, egg-crusted fingers and brought it up to my lips expecting nothing short of pure bliss. I took a gigantic, victorious swig, like I was at the finish line at the New York City marathon downing a victory Gatorade, or Neil Armstrong plunging the American flag deep into the Moon’s crust. The feeling of pure bliss quickly turned into a feeling of panic as the poison liquid inside, formally known as whiskey triggered a burn in my throat that six different Std's all engaged at the same moment, while being pepper sprayed, and stung by a wasp all at the same time wouldn’t be able to recreate. First, I wanted to scream out, “Mama!” And then, “My throat is on fire, please call the paramedics!” But alas I didn’t. I’d like to think that I didn’t because of my early manhood pride holding strong, but in reality, the whiskey appeared to temporarily dismantle my vocal cords and alas my feeble attempts for help went unheard…

I realize that this story doesn’t exactly qualify me to write a blog associated with drinking, however my Irish roots, San Diego State University fraternity life, and creativity for finding new and innovative ways to drink should keep readers coming back.
Happy reading!
Cheers,
Steve McDevitt