I didn’t drink in high school, just a tad in college, and then got regularly buzzed while clubbing in my twenties.
I only got completely stinking drunk a few times. After the tequila shot episode
I never drank more than three drinks again...except for one wedding that had a champagne fountain. I have no idea how many glasses I had (and I have a low tolerance for liquor) and I’m ashamed to say I drove my mom and I home afterwards. An hour after arriving safely home I got the shakes, realizing I could have killed us both. I still thank my lucky stars over that, and I’ve never had more that a couple of drinks at one time since, and NEVER drive when I do.
Nowadays I’ll occasionally have a Guinness, or a vodka tonic, or a White Russian – total drinks this past year was probably six.