My wife can't drink. I think she's allergic. None of her family drink. At our wedding, there was one bottle of wine on the table - all mine. Mama and Baba only drink juice, as well as all the brothers. You know what? I couldn't be happier. I usually don't drink either.
I have a longish drinking story if anyone's interested.
We were at her niece's wedding. After about 100 courses of very tasty food, beer started getting poured as family members visited each table. I felt obliged to drink with the first few visitors. What a mistake that was. I think I was duty bound to drink with everyone who came to our table after I started. I was literally full, but people kept saying "Gambei" and offering me yet another small glass of beer. I nearly puked and had to excuse myself.
That was lunch. At dinner, it was obvious that everyone wanted to drink with the white guy some more, and no matter how I refused, they kept bringing bottles over to the table. Our older brother decided to help out by bringing me a tea cup - tiny thing, about half an ounce. Oh good, I'm saved. Well, it wasn't beer that was poured into it, it was some kind of rice wine (more like moonshine). I tried to refuse that, but it was turning ugly. My wife and I had to leave the tables.
There's always some rougher guys in the family. But in the end, they're all good guys.