I grew up in a family of teetotalers. It's not all that uncommon in the South, what with the proliferation of the Southern Baptists and all. 

My mother would always tell me I would meet my husband in church. Much to the chagrin of my mother, I met my husband in a bar. I was less than sober, and it was not my finest moment. In polite company we just say we met through mutual friends which isn't nearly as fun as the whole truth, but not everyone appreciates the whole truth. Such is life...