I fell for that kind of thinking at 30 years sober and made the decision to try drinking again. All I got out of it was 4 and a half years of increasing hell until I was finally able to stop again.
Now, whenever I find myself even beginning to miss that initial buzz that a few drinks brought me, I think that right through in detail to the end where I'm suffering those horrifying hangovers that make me think I'm dying and all the remorse and shame that come with them.
Truly, for me, drinking never made anything better; that was just a big fat lie I told myself. The longer I'm staying sober this time, the more that missing it fades as long as I never let myself forget the truth.