It's kinda obvious who does by responses to alcohol.

Those who ignore it suffer those consequences. Those, like me, who fear it and don't go with it rarely, if ever, drink.

My Mum knew the consequences all too well and warned us all to be wary of how we responded to alcohol and to jump ship before it became difficult to get out. I discovered that if I had one drink and stopped there that I was fine but still wanted more. But if I indulged and had 2, there was no stopping until I "closed the bar" for that night.

Once I drank 24 Pearl Harbor Bombshells with double the vodka (4oz) and double midori (2oz) and the rest pineapple juice & cherries in 15 hours. I weighed 92 lbs then! I was still standing but soooooo tired and sleepy. I crawled up the stairs to my 2nd floor bedroom and slept for an entire day and well into the next (36+ hrs).

When I woke up, my Mum was beside me checking my pulse regularly and had done so for the entire time because I never threw up any of the excess alcohol.

Other than being freaked out that I'd slept so long and caused my Mum so much upset, I was physically FINE. No hangover, no nothing. I quit drinking that day because I had an unequivocal answer that if I didn't, I would live to majorly regret it and hurt everyone around me because of it.

Thankfully I was never a mean drunk, just a wicked happy, outrageous, and no holds barred drunk who dragged friends up onto the bar at "Timothy Edward's old time Irish saloon" to dance to the great tunes playing.

How embarrassing. (Not really) LOL. I didn’t care about the embarrassment, but DID care how my future husband felt about it as well as some GFs who were upset with me.