Last November. I was having a beer with some of the guys I grew up with at future site of the Canyon City Brewery when we were joined by a couple of their thirty five year old sons. It seems that one of them was interested in either joining a club or lodge or maybe starting his own. We talked about a few organizations like the Moose Lodge and Eagles and I jokingly mentioned a mock club we had back in the day called the DBA. (Drinking Buddies of America) which wasn’t really a club per say, but was more of a fellowship, just a bunch of friends getting together to share a common interest. In the case of the DBA that common interest was drinking beer and having a good time. We talked and laughed a little bit about it and moved on.
A few days later I received an email from Brian S., the young man looking for a club, requesting whatever info I could recall about the DBA, as he was seriously considering resurrecting it. This is what I put together for him:
The DBA – Drinking Buddies of America started as a sort of running gag, a parody of a car club we belonged to back then called the EZ Ryders. As I recall it was in the winter of 1971 while ingesting mass quantities of Budweiser, the king of beers, that Brian Muldrow and I came up with this crazy idea of starting a club whose main function was drinking and partying. Brian had gotten the idea from a 1967 Frank Zappa song called “America Drinks and Goes Home,” a funny song about the singer of a bar band addressing the audience at closing time. The final line of the song “LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL! Drink it up, folks. Wonnerful!”
Brian really liked the theme of the song: drink, have fun and go home. We began kicking around the idea of forming a club whose sole purpose was to find reasons, no matter how lame, to get together and do some serious partying. We then shared the idea with a couple of other friends, Bob and Dave and after several more hours of beer and brainstorming we came up with our club names. Those that I can remember are:
Grand Caribou – Bob P. our fearless leader Drunken Gazelle – Brian M.
Super Soused Squirrel – John S. (me) Zonked Out Zebra – Dave M.
Crashed Out Crow – Steve C. Inebriated Elephant – Everett T.
Dingy Dopey Dove – Dave R. There were more, I just can’t recall them.
Ah the creative genius of a group of inebriated friends!
And so the DBA was born…
Drinking Buddies of America.
Our colors consisted of Budweiser red and white. True die-hard DBA’s wore levis jackets with a large Budweiser patch on the back. Our leader, the Grand Caribou who also happens to be Brian’s uncle was known to wear a floppy Budweiser hat to all the races and other events.
Every time we got together was notable as far as we were concerned. But the truly notable events that come to mind are the 1971 DBA Winter Olympics, DBA Day at the Races, Pilgrimages to the Holy Land ( Busch Gardens in Van Nuys) our DBA Wedding Reception and several assorted parties
The DBA Winter Olympics included events such as:
Beerathlon (Biatholn) – instead of combining cross country skiing and rifle shooting, we combined skateboarding and beer guzzling
6 Pack Dash (not a winter sport but what the hell) – the name says it all.
Bobsledding -Seat a drunken uncle Bob on a sled and push him down a snowy slope. Sit back pop open a beer and watch the fun. (never actually tried this one.)
Luge (pronounced lou-gee) – spitting contest.
Alpine Quaffing – guzzling mass quantities from an Alpine style mug (**note** a Bud Man mug may be substituted.)
Figure Pissing – self-explanatory
Weight Lifting Events (again not a winter sport – oh well)
Dead Lift – Lifting a passed out comrade and seeing how long you can hold him up.
Clean & Jerk – Participants cleanly jerk pull tab off beer cans and consume contents.
Press – After consuming a six pack of Bud participants hold an empty keg overhead for as long as possible.
There were other events but by this point in the games we were too wasted to remember.
DBA Day at the Races There were several “DBA Day at the Races” including outings to Riverside Raceway, Ontario Speedway & Marine Stadium in Long Beach for Boat Races. Wearing of colors was required.
Holy Land Pilgrimages Our group visits to Bush Garden in Van Nuys where Bud was made! I don’t remember how many times we went, How could I! But we always had a blast!
DBA Wedding Reception It was at Our Wedding Reception (John & Raylene) that the DBA cheer was etched into DBA history. Yes on the 10th day of November 1973 an inebriated Grand Caribou (uncle Bob) took the stage during a break by the band, grabbed a microphone, introduced himself and led us in a DBA Cheer! I can still remember it so clearly. Bob jumping high in the air with arms raised shouting:
“Give me a D”,(crowd response “D”) “Give Me a B!”, (crowd response “B”) “Give me an A!” (crowd response “A”) “What’s that spell?” (enthusiastically “DBA”) “What’s that spell?” (louder “DBA”) “I can’t hear you!” (screaming “DBA”) followed by cheers and laughter, lots of laughter! It was incredible! The parents and older crowd didn’t have a clue about what was going on but joined in anyway!
Wackies / Women’s Auxiliary Girl friends and wives of DBA’s. They drank Bud on occasion but their drink of choice was Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill a product of the brothers Gallo, Ernest & Julio! They also enjoyed Boone’s Farm apple wine, and Annie Greenspring’s.
Chant’s / Cheers / Mottos The only chant we had was the DBA Cheer. I don’t recall a motto. If we had a motto it was probably “Anything Bud,” “This Bud’s for you!” or one of the following Brianism’s:
“Life is just one damned thing after another, hand me a beer.”
“Drinking is not a solution, unless we are talking about alcohol.”
“Beer is the reason I get out of bed every afternoon.”
“Beer makes you feel the way you should feel without beer.”
I’m not sure where Brian got these sayings but they were truly fitting.
Brian Muldrow was an awesome guy with a twisted sense of humor like my own. We came up with a lot of crazy shit together. He seemed to bring out the best, or maybe the worst in me. We were quite a team. I know he’d be jazzed to hear that Brian S. is resurrecting the DBA. He’d find it wholly appropriate that another Brian was picking up the DBA cause! He was the DBA’s founding father and one of my best friends. I really miss him and the good times we shared. Long Live the DBA 2nd Generation!
This Bud’s for you,
JS / Super Soused Squirrel