The first time I ever got tipsy was during a champagne toast at a cousin's wedding reception.
All was good, until the room started spinning — and the sight of my cousin's bride dancing in her wedding dress was just a whirl of lace.
Of course, if you're an uninitiated teenager, any amount of alcohol can go straight to your head. But, decades later, bubbly wine still seems to hit me faster than, say, beer. It turns out there's a reason.