Last night, I reconnected with a couple of old climbing friends from the City Climber’s Club NYC days, when the climbing was easy, color coded, bouldery,  and not-for-profit.  This was back in 2007, just a few months after I’d started the sport.  

We celebrated Charles’ belated birthday with a Dia de los Muertos party in a SoHo loft, complete with costumes (Frida Kahlo and Mexican Wrestlers were my favorites), mezcal I imported from Cancun, and a piñata.

The poor piñata did not last very long, but the smoky mezcal shots kept flowing.