I think we all have a party picture with a Solo cup tucked away in a shoebox somewhere. 😆 It crept up fast. One day I’m a young dude partying on the weekends with mates then the next day I’m that unhappily married middle aged guy with a bottle in the leaky garage. At age 50, I haven’t quit altogether but I’m back on track to treating a drink as a treat I enjoy with friends instead of it being a NEED.