![A Dispatch from Nicholas Dubroff (in response to me updating my address book)
My new address is in Mexico City. [……] The other weekend I went to this dude’s 50th birthday party in the countryside. He had gotten divorced for the 4th time the day before! By nightfall everyone was in the pool naked. When I turn 50 I want twenty-somethings jumping naked into a pool in my honor (please make a note). The next day I woke up hungover and with a horrible taste in my mouth, and then I climbed a mountain while wearing a giant hat. It was so damn hot and steamy, we were totally soaked with sweat. And there were giant ants (red ants!), wasps, thorns, spiders, and 3 mexican mountain cats! We lost the trail and just sort of wandered up the mountainside through the jungle. The girls in the group turned back because there was an incredible amount of mud. At one point my friend stopped on an ant hill and then all the ants swarmed up his legs and he ran into the jungle screaming until he crashed into some spider webs. This is what a mescal hangover will do to you. At the summit we emerged from the jungle into bright afternoon light and a stiff breeze. It was fucking awesome.
Who wants to plan a trip to visit Dubroff in the next year?](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krkmhtB1jY1qzt64zo1_500.jpg)
A Dispatch from Nicholas Dubroff
(in response to me updating my address book)
My new address is in Mexico City. [……] The other weekend I went to this dude’s 50th birthday party in the countryside. He had gotten divorced for the 4th time the day before! By nightfall everyone was in the pool naked. When I turn 50 I want twenty-somethings jumping naked into a pool in my honor (please make a note). The next day I woke up hungover and with a horrible taste in my mouth, and then I climbed a mountain while wearing a giant hat. It was so damn hot and steamy, we were totally soaked with sweat. And there were giant ants (red ants!), wasps, thorns, spiders, and 3 mexican mountain cats! We lost the trail and just sort of wandered up the mountainside through the jungle. The girls in the group turned back because there was an incredible amount of mud. At one point my friend stopped on an ant hill and then all the ants swarmed up his legs and he ran into the jungle screaming until he crashed into some spider webs. This is what a mescal hangover will do to you. At the summit we emerged from the jungle into bright afternoon light and a stiff breeze. It was fucking awesome.
Who wants to plan a trip to visit Dubroff in the next year?
