I was sober both times my kids were born. I did go out and wet their heads at the pub but alcohol isn't a drug, it's a food.
I was sober when the all blacks won the World Cup in 87. My mum drove a minibus of drunks back from Eden park and we celebrated until dawn. Pretty epic for a 12 yr old to be honest. 2011 I had tears of joy with a glass of red on my balcony.
The night I made love to my wife for the first time she picked me up from the airport, we went for a Thai meal, then she took me back to her place where she dosed me on G until I was only wearing underwear. Totally unexpected to be honest, but I wasn't going to complain. The next day afternoon I had my arms wrapped around her swaying, while a cocktail of MDMA, meth and weed swirled through my skull, watching Air perform Sexy Boy live. Even to this day that band brings me tingles.
I was sober the day my daughter received her black belt. In fact I can't recall my kids ever seeing me drunk, let alone on drugs. She forgot her mouth guard, was in tears from nerves waiting in the car beforehand, copped a kick to the face within the first 2 minutes of sparring, wiped the blood from her nose, then battled 3 on 1 for 20 minutes, destroyed planks of wood with her hands and feet, then took down assailants with nunchucks and knives. Pretty bad arse for an 11 yr old.
I was pretty happy during my time living in Nice. Drinking red wine, smoking hash and studying Matisse while living in a flea bitten apartment above the water with my first wife. I'll admit I was happy and high back then.
I was drunk on the weekend at my bosses farewell/ my inauguration party. If I didn't have to give a speech I'd probably would have smashed cocaine and smoke a cigar, but I left that to my staff and pressed the flesh instead while drinking red wine.