As a guy who discovered his Celiac's disease (can't consume wheat/oats/barley/rye, that includes all common beers) I somewhat resent the beer-drinking culture we have over here. I don't drink beer because I can't. It felt uncomfortable at first being the guy who ordered a coke or mixed drink when everybody ordered a pitcher, or the guy who couldn't "seal the deal" with a girl who was way into him at a party because she had been drinking beer and chomping down on pizza all night... but you get over it.

Anyways, the moral of the story is that lying to fit in is a pointless endeavour. Your friends may razz you a little bit for drinking a "girl drink" but they're just teasing you. Man up, drink that drink without reservation, and move on.

I'll put up with things I don't enjoy to spend time with people I do (IE a UFC fight at a friend's house or whatever) but I make no reservations about the fact that I'm not a huge fan without constantly yapping about how much I dislike it and acting as if I am oh-so-holier than thou. I don't really do nightclubs any more because I hate it, but if I feel like I really want to be there (IE a good friend's birthday) I just try to keep myself consistently buzzed throughout the night and make the most of it. Just being around them and sharing in the moments is enough to keep me content.

When you start working full-time you realize that free time is limited, what with the 40+ hours a week of work in addition to all of the errands and things you have to do. It doesn't make sense to burn what limited time you have doing things you despise.