Like, what is so bad about that? It's a fairly gradual gradient; he's not going to die. The only thing he's in danger of is having a good-ass time. Plenty of people float down a river while drunk. It's called tubing.
The lines are brutal for Devil's Toboggan Slide, so definitely spring for the FastPass!
In a way, these panicked cartoons have a point. Alcoholism usually gets progressively worse, and as it does, it's harder to cut back. It's more common for a normal person to become a problem drinker than for a glassy-eyed nightmare to effortlessly evolve into someone who has a glass of Sauvignon Blanc with dinner. Because of that, you start to calcify your routines around alcohol, and you lose track of what's fun besides drinking. It makes you give less of a shit about what you're doing, who you're doing it with, and whether any of it is healthy or safe. It also blurs your perception of time, and can even cause blackouts, where you're conscious but have no memory of what's happening.
When you stop problem-drinking, you suddenly get a third-ish of your day back. That's because your days don't fizzle out at 6 p.m. like they used to. Instead of floating through your weekends and evenings in a dreamy fog, you're there for all of it. Good or bad, you're present and participating and not hitting the eject button. There's nothing altering your state of mind and experience of the situation.
Unless you get creative.
It's not just cool or good -- it's fucking weird.
I felt high my first week sober. Like, bad high. Everything felt like it was taking forever, and everything felt thisclose to my face, and I felt like every moment was hanging precariously in the air, paranoid that someone would come over and say, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" It's really goddamn bizarre to be back in the driver's seat, and it's even more bizarre to realize the extent to which you were napping in the back. It's Neo taking the red pill and realizing, "Oh shit, I need to stop taking so many pills from strangers."