In a comment to this post, Jaquandor asked why I don't drink. I put this in the comments there, but thought it bore posting on its own.
If you gave me a big bowl of M&Ms, I would eat the whole thing. Now, about a third of the way through, I wouldn't WANT anymore M&Ms. But they would still be there, and so I would still eat them.
Based on this little bit of self-knowledge (and a little bit of family history), I have always suspected alcohol and I should not mix. And we never have. In 34 years, my total alcohol consumption comprises:
- A sip or two of beer as a kid (thought it was gross)
- A sip or two of wine as a teen (thought it was OK)
- A shot of cherry brandy foisted on me after shoveling the driveway of my wife's kindly Greek landlords before we were married.