i never realized that "getting lit", as in getting drunk, dates back at least to the 1930s
“You could have phoned him last night.” “I could not. I got lit last night. This is the first job I’ve had in a month.” “Got any expense money left?” “Enough for a couple of days. I’ve learned self-control.”
“How drunk are you?” “Hell, how do I know?” Wolfe’s brow lifted. “Gentlemen?” Farrell said, “Mike’s all right. Forget him. He’s all right.”
Julius Adler the lawyer, about the build of a lead-pencil stub, looking like a necktie clerk except for his eyes and the way he was dressed, put in, “I would say yes. We realize that this is your house, Mr. Wolfe, and that Mr. Ayers is lit, but after all we don’t suppose that you invited us here to censor our private habits. You have something to say to us?”