Down here in the Big Easy, there is a whole culture of boozing that can be disastrous.
I can't tell you how alcohol permeates everything we do, from brunches to parties, lots and lots of parties, to parades to you name it. Practically every social occasion has "refreshments" provided.
I've seen a lot of talented people fall into the trap that booze makes them more handsome, more intelligent, funnier, etc. A recovering alcoholic could have real problems down here.
I'm lucky, I suppose. Booze is thankfully not a problem for me, though I love good wine and good single malt scotch. My idea of heaven is a place where I can drink all the vintage bordeaux and single malt Scotch I can find without getting stupidly drunk or suffering a hangover. That, and all the vintage Cubans I can smoke and all the prime tenderloin roast au poivre I can eat. A Churchillian lifestyle, I suppose.
Many alcoholics exhibit spectacular talents even in the midst of their problems, Churchill being the prime example. Most, however, end up in bad shape if they don't do something about it.
My thoughts and respect to all of you who struggle with this insidious malady.
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