Best/loveliest description of drunkenness/intoxication I’ve come across, from Patrick Hamilton’s Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky:
A permeating coma, a warm haze of noises and conversation, wrapped her comfortably around — together with something more. What that something more was she did not quite know. She sat there and let it flow through her. It was a glow, and a kind of premonition. It was certainly a spiritual, but much more emphatically a physical, premonition of good about to befall. It was like the effect on the body of good news, without the good news — a delicious short cut to that inconstant elation which was so arduously won by virtue from the everyday world. It engendered the desire to celebrate nothing for no reason.