Even those of us who habitually favor serious, austere, aesthetically correct drinks - single-malt Scotch, green tea, pomegranate juice, whatever - may occasionally indulge in a frivolous cocktail bedecked with fruit and umbrellas and served in a bulbous, sugar-rimmed glass. The next morning's headache seems a small price to pay for the rush of cheap liquor and uninhibited conviviality. As long as you don't operate heavy machinery or wake up in the wrong bed, or operate heavy machinery in the wrong bed, what's the harm? More >>