@Ltryptophan Well….story time. Once upon a time my boyfriend came to visit for the weekend. He brought a pint of rum, which he usually did. I had three drinks when the call came in from my daughter that her car had broken down in a little town about 15 miles away. I don’t remember what the deal was, why we had to use two cars, his and mine, to rescue the situation, but we did. I really didn’t want to, but three drinks isn’t that much for me (normally) and I felt OK to do it. Well, he left first. I left about five minutes later….and about half way there the lines on the road started going double and shit. I realized I was really drunk—but I’d only had three drinks! But it was what it was and I was scared SHITLESS. I actually hoped (kinda) that I’d get pulled over! I was never so scared in my life…although in a younger life I’d driven that way too many times so I knew what to do. I got to my destination alive, jumped out of the car and PUNCHED my BF in the arm hard. I was really mad. I said, “WHAT KIND OF RUM WAS THAT??” It was 151…O…M…G. It takes a while to hit, but when it does…Oh man.
I once had a friend comment on how well I drove even when I’d been drinking, so to answer your question, if I HAD to, then yes. I could.