Wild Turkey brings out the best and worst in me.
Flew from Frankfurt, Germany to DFW in 1996 on American Airlines. Drank vodka-grapefruit like a fool until the flight attendant shut me off. Old gal warned me not to drink any more. Got so wild that fellow passengers in other aisles yelled at me to STFU. Some German dudes hooked me up with a 12 oz cup of Wild Turkey.
Flight attendant came after me to take my drink from me. Nope, no way, so I slammed that 12 oz cup.
Awakened 5 hours later on a stretcher at DFW with an IV in my arm. Head hurt like crazy. Looked up and said, "Holy s--t! We crashed! I knew it. No wonder my damn head hurts so much." The attending medic said, "no, dumbass, you may have alcohol poisoning".
Clearing US Customs was fun, too, especially after I barfed in their trash can. Ah, the good old days.