Me: about 40 years ago, (23yo) worked for a 3 man company, the boss got a big order one day and decided to shout us drinks after work. I can handle my drink really well. The drink in question was apple cider, a new drink to me. 5 hrs later I woke up in the grandstands half way up of the local racecourse. I somehow staggered the 3 km walk to get home, I never went to work for 2 days. Never touched it again. I think the Brits call it snake bite.?
Wife: she ran a record store about 30 years ago, she got to go to a private function with other shop owners to meet jimmy Barnes. She got carried away with sambuca , she arrived home in her car, I heard it come up,the driveway, saw lights on , but no movement. I went outside wipers were still going, she was slumped over the wheel. It's a wonder she never hit another vehicle. I half carried her to bed, undressed her and put her to bed, 30 mins later I heard the wrenching of a woman possessed. Black vomit all up the wall of the bathroom and floor. She hardly drinks now.
Russ