if all those loons who cant stomach a beer or two
You're calling Jarkko names now?
<Cackles>
<Crawls back under his rock>
Hmm... I took it as a compliment. I've had a few beers in my youth. Somebody might claim there were a couple more than a few. *And* I did survive through, without any issues (often going to the next party in the morning after having crawled home a couple hours earlier).
It's just that getting old seems to mean:
1) You have too much money at hand (so the basic "I am broke and nobody lends me money for a beer -> need to get home" isn't the safety-net anymore)
2) You need to prove to the younger ones they know nothing of drinking
3) Lack of practice (of heavy drinking) means you forget all the smart things (eat lots, drink water lots)
4) The moral hangover is un-comparable to anything you possibly did in the youth when your kids point out "You smell bad, why can't we go out and play together, I am hungry but you are apparently not going to make any lunch/dinner today" (when young it was just trying to forget about running naked through the streets, hitting the worst looking crone or some such)