Perhaps easy for me to say - at 67, my body can no longer tolerate even the occasional excesses of my younger self.
^THIS!^
I remember back in college how me and my buddies used to love Monday Night Football. When Hank started singing; we started popping the tops!!
By the time all the expert analysis was over and kickoff was imminent, we were popping #2. Started second quarter with #3. I usually took a break at halftime, and started off the second half with #4, which may or may not get completely finished.
Then I graduated; got married; got a job. Yeah, I tried that routine, but to no avail. First, I started falling asleep and missing the 4th quarter. Then, I would dose off in the third.
By the time we had a couple kids, I was lucky to see half-time.
I decided that if I wanted to see the end of the game, I would have to delay the startup of beer drinking. Of course, with the game being so late on the east coast, who wants to start drinking late on a Monday night???
I finally found the solution; I gave up watching football!
But seriously, as I have aged, it takes less and less to just put me out; not passed out drunk, just closing the eyes and gone. I like most of my beer (or wine) with meals (at home) these days.
I had a grandfather who had problems with alcohol when he was young. I had an uncle who died from alcoholism. I don’t want to push any limits, and keep it in my mind that if you play with fire there’s a chance you’re gonna get burned. Not something that I want to happen. I feel absolutely sure that I could do without alcohol altogether, but as long as I can control it, and it’s not controlling me, I plan to tread on, but carefully.