My family drank beer and wine, my paternal grandfather even made his own whisky (we have the still still). On a few occassions I've drank until I passed out and suffered the next day(s).

But I'm grown away from it. If I have a drink it's usually in the privacy of my home. This past weekend we went to friends where I had two glasses of excellent wine.

These days I drink for the pleasure of the taste, I drink truly good stuff, which usually costs a bunch. Since I don't have lots of money to indulge my tastes, I don't drink much. (I suspect that even if I had an unlimited beverage budget I still wouldn't drink much -- I don't like losing control that way.)

If Brucie came around I certainly would have something for him to drink and I most likely would join him.