SaveYou have reached your maximum number of saved items.Remove items from your saved list to add more.AAARecently, I turned 60. The centrepiece of celebrations that seemed to last forever was a Blue Mountains weekend with 40 friends and family.There were dinners, bush walks, loads of wonderful conversations, countless laughs and a fiercely contested quiz. There was also, inevitably, a lot of booze. Maybe not quite as much as there would have been a couple of decades ago, but the grog flowed nonetheless.Not for me, however. I didn’t drink. And, as of this month, I haven’t picked up a drink for…