Vodka Martini's. I was new to them at the time and had two of them one cold and windy night in Manhattan back in the late 70's. I felt fine in the restaurant but when we went out into the cold night air, I immediately got drunk. Not "just" drunk, but "REALLY" drunk, the most drunk (drunkest?) I have ever had the displeasure of being and the next morning was sheer Hell.

The next day everyone at the office laughed at me and when we went to lunch they insisted I have a hair of the dog. The idea made me squirm, but what the heck, so I ordered a Bloody Mary, took a sip and whammo bamo...good thing the ladies room was close at hand!