*peeks in*
Huh....I've certainly covered the bases on drinking, in the past, here: there is definitely a certain thrill to getting wasted, a sort of surreal, almost manic quality of utter freedom, that also has an edge to it: it really tends to heighten emotions...but it can also take quite the toll. I often think of when the detective writer Raymond Chandler (The Big Sleep, The Lady in the Lake, &c) gave up drinking: "Life has lost its technicolor", he remarked.
And there's also that way in which life felt like a John Cassavetes film; warm, empathetic, yet also rough around the edges and direct...there's a very nostalgic appeal.
All in all, I have no huge regrets, though alcohol does tend to be painted in a much more benign light than other vices in the US, which, in retrospect is kinda baffling.
Sill, I wouldn't complain if I had a few bottles of nice Bordeaux.