I rarely drink anymore, but there was a time where my buddy and I blew .40 in a bar breathalyzer. We walked to the closest all night restaurant and called his wife to come pick us up.
My dad died from drinking (cirrhosis) and had two dui’s. It sucked being an aging alcoholic. What was once his friends at the tennis club, strip joints and bars disappeared. Hr blew out his knees and shoulders from tennis and lost his retirement due to his wife’s gambling. She had holes to fill and those holes were real. They were quite the couple, she lost enough at the casinos so that he could drink for free. No one came to visit regularly as his best friend had Alzheimer’s and his buddy’s wife never forgave him for permitting her husband to meet up with an old girlfriend at the 50th HS class reunion. So he isolated himself by watching the golf channel and reading mystery novels while drinking and drinking.
Had to learn that was not the road I wanted to take. The spark was having two young kids running around while I suffered through hangovers. The kids are grown, so now I have blowouts once or twice a year. And why drink alone if I’m loosening inhibitions.
I was part of an over 50 basketball group and every once in a while we’d get an email that Bob died at age 77 while playing basketball at the JCC. Condolences to Bob and his family but also congratulations. Way to go Bob that’s the way to do it.
Good luck to bob and his daughter. Maybe he can find a pickle ball court somewhere.