I remember when I could drink a 5th of Jack Daniels and could still get up in the morning to make it to work by 5 a.m. Presently, I would need a few days to recover. I remember when beer didn't interest me unless I was chasing each one with a shot of whiskey. Now, I sit here on the computer, drink 6 or 7 beers and end up going to bed, sleeping like a log and waking up feeling fine. I remember when my friends or family would have to hide the keys because 'joyriding' was my one and only desire when I was wasted. Now, I make sure hubby's keys are where HE can find them in the morning, and I have a cup of coffee after I drink every one of my 12 pack of beers before going to bed. Oh How We Change.~*Peace*~