I lived around sea level for most of my life.
Then, I went to Bozeman, MT for a night before going down to Gardiner, MT to work in Yellowstone.
I was a metal head, heavy drinker, hop in the mosh pit, feel no pain until two days later type at the time.
3 fucking beers tanked me. 3 raspberry heffeveizens at the Montana Aleworks had me stumbling back to my hotel bed hoping I heard my alarm so I could keep this YS job.
I literally drank with metal rock stars before this point in time. Alexi Leiho fucking poured straight liquor into my mouth off the edge of the tour bus (Children of Bodom front man, Lead guitar, died of complications of alcoholism in his 30s). Not endorsing the behavior (in fact, no, alcohol long term fucking sucks) but it happened. Dime and Vinny of Pantera? More than a few times. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I could drink. Youth and stupidity, eh?
So 3 beers? Damn.
I also smoked at the time. Climbed Bunsen peak in Yellowstone with some coworkers. I lit a cigarette, and got about halfway through it before I had to put it out and stop to breathe.
Like, this was your first bong hit and it was a filled 6 foot bong that you took in coughing. You might puke from coughing so hard.
What I’m saying is, altitude is no joke. You can handle your shit? Not coming from sea level of basically nothing, to roughly 1300 feet.
Though, if you’re “training” for some sort of drinking contest or something, yeah, drink at a high altitude. I came back from YS, from being a “good drinker” to drinking hardened alcoholics under the table and feeling only the slightest bit tipsy. Altitude training, bitches.
Note: I can not speak for how altitude training would affect tolerance when it comes to health complications. I have no math, studies, or anecdotal evidence to suggest that alcohol poisoning (or death thereof) would be positively changed by high altitude training.
Eh, task ChatGPT with it.