Social drinkers...
When we left for our honeymoon in 1990, I promised myself I would drink moderately as my wife had expressed concerns about my intake. As the flight attendant rolled the refreshment cart down towards us, I observed people opening those tiny bottles and actually ask for extra mix and ice. I marvelled at this. By the time the cart had arrived to me, I had worked myself into a frenzy at the thought of having just one, like the "normal" people. My brain was sending messages to my body. Cold sweat, shakes.
"I'll take three of those please, and do you have any beer too?"
I was never even able to pretend I was a social drinker. The thought that I might someday be able to drink "socially" is a moot point.(no pun intended 63)
DD