In 1969, I was playing in a Tavern (yes...under age). I did nights of guitar & vocals.
It was small town, so, in the bar, there was only one style of glass, just 8 ounce, no nonsense, plain & simple glasses.
I would usually have a beer, (in a glass) sitting on top of the amplifier. Patrons would often buy you a drink.
So there I am, just finished a set, struck the last chord..."Thanks very much everyone, just taking a short break and I'll be back with you shortly". I reached back and threw back my glass of "beer".
Unbeknownst to me, someone had gotten me a Rusty Nail (drambuie & scotch), which strangley enough, had the appearance of a beer, that's lost it's head.
Got half of it down, before realizing it wasn't Labatt's 50 ale.
...That is 10 seconds in my life..I (nor my throat)...will never forget.
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...L
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...shboom