Glad your ok. I had a similar experience so I can relate. This happened while I was still back east on a Friday night about 1 year ago on a very dark and chilly night. It was during one of my many scotch tastings I hosted for some friends and myself. We had all started with the blended scotches before graduating to the single malts. By the time we had made it to bottle number 10 we were all kinda twisted and I decided I was going to drink straight from the bottle of Glenmorangie, well I put it to my mouth and tilted my head back, the bottle went straight down my mouth and got stuck, all the while draining in me. As I started to black out, I had a choice either spit the bottle and it's contents on the floor or just blackout and see if I wake up later or not. My friends were to far gone to help me and mrs cobalt was asleep in the chair. I tried but I could not bring myself to spit out such fine scotch, in a bit I started to see two bottles, then four, then eight, it was incredible, it was almost like seeing a bright light at the end of a tunnel, so wonderful. When I got to 64 bottles, something slapped the bottle out of my mouth and when I looked it was the devil himself. I said "what did you do that for, you a-hole" and he said, "I don't have enough scotch for you and me both down there, so you are not invited to my party...."