About 30 years ago I was in a rock band. We were booked at a club called Chi Chi's on Catalina Island off the coast of L.A. It was a multi-night engagement, and it was not practical for bands to commute daily from the mainland, so the club also had a scummy apartment for the bands to stay in. One day Steve the drummer and I went over to the club in the early afternoon and began to drink a delicious drink they called the Naked Lady. It came in a souvenir glass with bas-relief naked ladies on the side. We drained quite a few and became seriously impaired. Finally realising that we needed to get our drunk butts out of there, we somehow staggered back to the apartment and passed out.
Unfortunately, we hadn't left early enough to sober up before gig time. The other band members woke us up, but they left without making sure we came with them. We eventually exited the apartment, staggered into the club, still quite trashed, a few minutes after start time, were greeted with withering glares from the rest of the band... and the only other thing I remember from that night is Steve dropping both his sticks about 2 seconds into the first song.
I think it's safe to say we sucked that night. I don't recommend that afternoon drinkin' thing on gig day...
I still have a box of Naked Lady glasses in the attic...