I've never been much of a drinker. Never developed a taste for it. I come from a long line of booze hounds on both side of the family (though not my mother, but boy oh boy, rest of her family)
Anyway, I know I've been drunk all of once in my life. And that was at the end of university and I really didn't know how to handle booze. I remember wanting to know what drunk felt like, so I got blasted. All I know is that I ended up at the Tallyho restaurant in West Hamilton at 2 in the morning by myself. I have no idea how I got there. I think I took a cab to my parent's house later on. Next morning, I woke up and was starving and heated up some left over chinese food (as I always would if I found some in the fridge) and very shortly thereafter didn't feel too good and first thing I knew, I was praying at the porcelain throne. I didn't expect that kind of reaction. I'd seen lots of people ralph leaving the bar, but never 8 hours later.
And since then, I've never been blotto. I can go years without even a sip of booze. Sometimes, to be pollite, I will have a glass of wine, but it does nothing for me and good wine or bad, it all tastes the same. It's all just varsol to me. The funny thing is that if I'm in a situation where drinking is part of the thing, especially a work thing, people will think I'm a drunk because I'm not drinking. So I will order a glass of red wine and just carry it around, take a sip here and sip there. They tend not to comment about it then.