Here's why I do not drink to excess:
So, I was in Guatemala. My first week there. This particular day some European volunteers and I had gone on an outing to a historical Mayan site. It had been a fabulous day except for this one young German named Ronny who kept breaking the Spanish/English only rule and speaking in German so that half of us could not understand him. For this and other reasons, by the time we got back to Antigua, my opinion of Ronny was very low. He was rude, annoying, and not nearly as good looking at he seemed to think.
Later that evening I followed the others into a bar, having never set foot in one before. Long story short, after a mere one and a half Cuba Libres, some giggly conversation, and a walk down the street to a dance club, I caught myself thinking, "This Ronny...

... he's so funny and handsome! ...

"
Suddenly I was feeling
quite sober and even a little wiser.
Well written.