My friends used to call me Kieran (for Perkins, the superfish). I could take in heaps and not get inebriated or expel much out during the night.Ahhh the good old days of the cast iron bladder. Sucks getting old n pouring one pint in n two pints out, buggered if I can figure out how I gotta pee twice as much as I can sip.
Now, a couple of glasses of wine and I've got a headache for 3 days. And yes, your scenario has an air of familiarity to it as well. I miss the good ol days. Although my insides are probably celebrating.