This reminds me of the time in college a friend brought over a bottle of hot sauce (I want to say it was called Mustard Gas? This was ages ago). He would NOT SHUT UP about how amazingly hot it was and how you had to be real careful to only put a tiny dab on your food.

Fast forward several hours of heavy drinking and we were getting hungry. He makes a hot dog and confidently dumps like a tablespoon of hot sauce on it. Takes a bite, sprints to the bathroom, and spends the next half hour with his head jammed under the sink faucet moaning in misery.

Sounds like your booze-and-hot sauce experiment went a bit better :)