When I worked in the City of London as an insurance broker a major part of the day involved visiting the pub. That was where all the biggest and best deals were done. We would often have a late morning pint or two, a 'proper' drink at lunchtime, a mid/late afternoon 'livener' then go out for a session in the evening. Invariably, you felt pretty grim the next day so you would have a mid morning 'hair of the dog' and so the cycle continued.
Happy days but nearly killed me.