Over the past few years I have drank moderately on a few occassions. Either it was a social setting where I was unwilling to emabrass myself (or, more likely, embarass my wife) OR I had failed to plan ahead and was simply unable to obtain the amount of alcohol I really wanted.
I was miserable. every. single. time. More miserable than if I'd had nothing at all to drink.
There is no moderation for me. Only sobriety or shame and early death.