Weekends in my university days were an endurance challenge. Now, I rarely drink at all.
On rare occasions, if the mood is right, I'll make up for lost time going around the bend. This past summer, much to my amusement and shame, I found myself putting my 36yr old breasts up against those of a group of 19-25yr olds in a wet T-shirt contest. (survived the first round of eliminations but did not win, what are they feeding these kids?!)
Poison of choice, Rye or Bourbon with Coke.