I should have called this, “In defense of recreational drug and alcohol use … and occasional abuse,” but couldn’t resist the Arthur quote:
“Everyone who drinks is not a poet. Maybe some of us drink because we’re not poets.” If you don’t get the reference google it, then watch the movie. I know it’s boomer cliche but they just don’t make ’em like that anymore.
According to various nanny state and medical measures my wife and I are both heavy drinkers. [yawn] So we have some wine or an occasional cocktail or two at night. Whatever. We have our reasons.
For one thing, good wine tastes great. There are countless smells and tastes for every palette and food pairing. The variety is practically infinite. I’m a collector and Kim is a somm, so there is that.
And just as I love cooking, I also love mixology. Just like making great food and discovering amazing wine, it’s fun and creative to make cool drinks that taste great.
Not to mention that it feels good. Let me repeat, it feels good. I mean, how can you argue with that. You just have to find that line where it feels good and not too good. At my age I think I’ve got that down. Hell, I haven’t been to a drunk tank in decades. 😀
Not to get personal or whiny about this but if you live with chronic pain you know that no analgesic is free of side effects. They all have their downsides and alcohol is no different. Same goes for weed. BTW, I grew up in the 60s/70s. It’s pot, weed, grass or ganja. It just ain’t cool to call it marijuana or cannabis.
Lastly, as the great John Lennon said, “Whatever gets you through the night, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Back in the day we said, “Whatever turns you on.” Now we say, “Whatever works.” How about we just say “Whatever” and call it a day? Works for me.
P.S. Writers drink. We just do.