I was raised tee-totaler; my mother said she disagreed with preachers who said all sin was sin, with none worse than another; she knew that cussing was bad, but smoking was worse, and drinking alcohol was even worse. I've long since given up condemning anyone for enjoying a drink. About all I care for myself is a little white wine (I'll admit to really liking a bit of dry champaign) or an Irish Coffee or Kahlua and Cream. But there are things about the "sophisticated" culture of drinking that grate on me sometimes. I remember a young woman friend years ago chirping, "What's a party without alcohol". It would have come off as preachy at the time if I had answered what came to mind: "A chance to gather with friends, talk, joke, and have fun"; it had never once occured to me that you needed alcohol to make that good.
I have about as much interest in having an enema as in dressing up and going to a cocktail party.