If I had a time machine, I’d send this article to my teenage self… Not that I’d listen :p

Located somewhere between the craggy cliffs of Raging Alcoholism and the tranquil (if a tad repressed) planes of Stone-Cold Sobriety roll the pleasantly sloping hills of Moderate Booze-Consumption. It’s a nice, pleasantly buzzed place to visit – but getting there can be a little tricky. What does it really mean, after all, to drink in moderation?