Alcoholiday

[N]ow you see we are out on a frolic, a spree,—on an alcoholiday. See it?

Before the American adventure Oscar [Wilde] had dealt indulgently with Willie [Wilde]'s weakness: "Oh, he occasionally takes an alcoholiday." But when his life became one long alcoholiday his younger brother, who hated to see people dirty, drunken and disreputable, ceased to be indulgent. "He sponges on everyone but himself," was Oscar's caustic summary.

In a short story that I have recently read, one of the characters, a "sport," speaks of the Christmas season as the alcoholidays.

There will be loss of time and loss of work on this account, and instead of half-holidays there will, too often it is to be feared, be half-alco'''holidays.

A little festival in celebration of favours received—in anticipation of favours to come! An alcoholiday! Fill up my glass, Malachi!

I guess the charm of playing host to Westerners' pig-wild cheap Easyjet alcoholidays had worn off a bit.

[S]ome of them have Champagne flutes and still others with pint glasses of what appears to be Cognac, tumblers of Grand Marnier and jorums of Kahlua; oh my but they will enjoy this alcoholiday tonight, […]

For skin disorders, we sometimes fix the diet by ordering the patient off the Seven Deadly C's—cocktails, coffee, chocolate, condiments, carbohydrates, cigarettes, and cheese. We often add an admonition to take an alcoholiday.