Toddy-stricken! Whirly-bird! Yee-haw!

Is there a clever expression for when the room spins around? That's the last stop for me; thankfully I do not get there often. I normally stop at the giggly/sleepy/talking way too fast stage. Although I have met the porcelain god once or twice. (I think just twice, believe it or not, and I didn't like him much either time.)

Neil, I did read a Civil War diary of a young lady near Paris, VA, where she says they drank apple toddies at Christmas, and she got "rather tight."