Drink, drank, drunk!
You've spent 26 years of your life avoiding the bottle. Threatening to reject those who touch it. We spent long nights discussing/arguing about the merits of alcohol. In the end, your logic always prevailed. So what did it take to make you take that first sip? And keep on sipping. Disappointed? Not really. Slowly the pedestal I've placed you on is crumbling. The person I knew is gone. I have to admit that to myself.