I too remember. A long dry childhood bed-wetter, never in my wildest dreams did I think it would ever happen again. Then one morning during my nineteenth summer I woke to the sensation of dampness beneath me. First thought was sweat, but so much. Checking further … the yellow ringed stain along with the aroma left no doubt, I wet the bed! Initial shock gave way to a mixture of excitement and fear of telling mom. Excitement I quickly took care of, mom was not so easy.
Hard to believe, but it took a couple more wet beds before I linked my accidents to falling asleep with gut full of beer. Drinking / wetting the bed became a practice I repeated over and over in the following years as I slowly regressed back to regular bedwetting without alcohol.