that's one thing i love about the 'good ol days'...3 martini lunches, drinking excessively and not a single waking minute without a cigarette or some kind of smoking device in hand. Maybe it's a romanticized version when men were men, but i am fascinated by the allure of living with reckless abandon yet still maintaining an image of composure and grace (those SUITS!). I think the high profile alcoholics, substance abusers of today look a lot messier and less aloof and cool at the destroying your body slowly thing.