I craved the "ease and comfort that came at once by taking a few drinks". There was something visceral that would occur, a shoulder-sinking, chest-relaxing, whole-body sigh that I couldn't seem to get any other way. And with that incredible gift of ease and comfort and relaxation came the ability to enjoy the moment and have a 'good time'.
I don't know if you can relate to that; it may not be what you're describing at all. For me, that feeling was the mental component of my problem. That mental drive drove me to think that a couple of drinks was a good idea, but sometime between the first sip (or gulp) of the first drink and the last mouthful of the first drink, something happened physically that made continuing to drink the best, perhaps only, option.
That's the only experience I have with it. But then, I'm an alcoholic.
