Humm - well, no one can answer if you should drink or not but you; however, I’ll share my experiences 'cus why the hell not.
I don’t drink particularly and haven’t since I was about 20 or so. I always react VERY negatively when I hear someone bragging about getting drunk, or how much they’re going to drink on the weekend or whatever, and I never really thought about why but for some reason I have been lately.
So, here’s my story - when I was a kid, my dad was a heavy drinker. Very heavy. However, he was a delightful drunk. He would laugh and tell stories and fall out of bed, and run over the neighbour’s shrubs when driving home. He was the life of the party. Everybody loved having him at their get togethers.
He was also very successful at his career. He retired from the military as a colonel with many honours. He was promoted quickly and appropriately. He has a graduate degree and is well respected in his field (well, he’s been retired for a while, but back in the day). He’s quite shy and would drink to loosen up at parties, be a bit more relaxed when out for dinner with friends, etc.
When I was 12 he dropped dead while at work. Literally clinically dead. He had perforated an ulcer and totally bled out through his mouth and bum. He was rushed to the hospital (which was close) and had emergency surgery. Followed by more emergency surgery. Followed by more emergency surgery. He received 16 pints of blood in about the first 25 minutes of being there - they kept pumping it in and he kept bleeding it out. The Dr. couldn’t find where he was bleeding from for the longest time - they had to start using partially frozen blood because they ran out of the regular stuff. That may have saved his brain, as he had a blood pressure of 0 for over 8 minutes. Amazingly, he got better. He was in the hospital for about 4 months. When he finally got out he had quit drinking at his Dr’s request and has never drank since.
Now, this isn’t meant to be a scare story, although I suppose it could be - dad’s issue was directly attributable to heavy drinking, although he was also a high achiever and somewhat uptight, type A sort of guy which didn’t help things at all.
This is more about how I felt as an 12 year old - I was really happy that this happened to him (well, not at the time, but after) because he quit drinking. His behaviour became totally predictable. He may not have been the happy-go-lucky drunk anymore, but he never had a hangover either. My brother and I got to quit tiptoeing around on Saturday and Sunday mornings because he had a ‘headache’. My mom was more relaxed about stuff (she’s still kind of a stress case, but it was less). So really, my dad’s dying was the highlight of my childhood because old, freaky, laughs at stupid stuff and then acts like a dick dad was gone and perfectly normal dad arrived.
So - what’s my point? Well - talk to your kids about this. To this day my dad doesn’t think his drinking was much of a social issue - just an unlucky health break as far as he’s concerned. He’s wrong - it’s not fun to have a drunk dad, even if he’s a fun drunk.