it's still weird to me to see this polarity between absitence and drinking enough to get drunk, however lightly. it's like there's no realization at all of the concept of just a single pint, to taste, to savour, to enjoy, to refresh, with drunkenness being nowhere in the equation. Cos I do that a lot, probably almost every day.
The taste is why I enjoy american thanksgiving and christmas. *lusts over mead.* I hate being even slightly entoxicated. Merry is one thing, but going into drunkvision is another. The family took a vacation to Italy when I was 13. I liked the wine, but was careful to make sure that I didn't take too much.
Never touched it - quite likely never will. Just not something that appeals to me even a little bit. It doesn't bother me if others drink (basically *all* of my friends do) as long as it's in moderation and nobody's getting drunk. In that case, I'll usually start looking for an excuse to go home, or at least restricting my socializing to others who aren't noticeably drunk. One thing that's quite nice about getting older is that people tend to do that sort of thing less .
I imagine that it would serve as an effective social lubricant for me (basic physiology) - which might at times even be worthwhile - but I can't stand the idea of doing (even minor) things that I would regret, especially in social situations - and let's face it, I'm not exactly at my best there anyway.