I got drunk once. Christmas eve 1969 at Ft. Bragg I drank a pint of whiskey (old Grandad's) in 30 minutes. My own personal Day of Infamy! My friends took pictures and if I still had them I'd scan them in and post them. Then everyone would quit drinking. Needless to say, I don't drink to this day, yet I'm hardly self righteous about it. My friends like it because when we go out to dinner it means they can have a drink and not drive and I like it because as I drive they buy. It all works out.