Wasted, smashed, tipsy, three-sheets-to-the-wind, gone. Whatever you want to call it there's something to be said for the magical little moment when your BAC goes from zero to .08. While booze may not always be the nicest the next day, at the time it's the best friend you always wanted. So here's to you, alcohol. Thank you for letting us forget things we never should have done in the first place. Cheers.