Entropy's Stagger wrote:Suppose since I started this thing I should chip in.
As far as titles go, I'm surely the definition of a functional alky. In the past 16 years there's probably a total of 10 days where I didn't drink. Fortunately, over the years I've mellowed. What I call, Survival Moderation kicked in after 10 years of heavy heavy drinking at 30 when I almost drown in a river tubing accident involving a case of Bud and a thermos of Port. And, ya know, life is grand. Survival Moderation truely allows one to have their rum cake and eat it too. One rule has always stood and always will. There's drinking time, and then there's work time. I've never drank at work, and have never lost a job or had any negative effects of being a drinker come to pass. Why? 'Cause I'm a fart smucker! Drink up, but don't drive or work. Naturally, I always seek out a living place that has a bar within walking distance. Right now I have a brewery up the street. Life is good. Oh, and I don't drink Bud anymore. I love them Wisconsin beers. Leinenkugel's, Tyranena, Capitol. Good shit maynard. Plus me and my best lady dig that wine too. Good reds. Wollersheim Port is fucking awesome! The regular liqour, the daily drinkin' stuff is Cutty Sark. Every now and then we'll treat ourselves to a big bottle of Beefeater or Chivas Regal. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! Hell all this talk is making me really thirsty.
Cheers mi amigos!
And remember; A little alcohol fixes everything. An excess of alcohol will fuck it all back up again.
This is my point exactly. I have been trying to tell a (former, I think) friend of mine this. He doesn't need to give me his "holier than thou" attitude because he gave up drinking. I am perfectly happy in my slightly buzzed condition in the evenings, I don't drink and drive, I don't drink at work, I don't see any negatives to my drinking. Well, except maybe for 5-7 pounds I might lose if I gave it up, but I'd rather be a slightly pudgy drunk than an uptight skinny tee totaler like he's become. So there.