Tales Of Ancient Greece : Plenty Of Wine

One day Yorgos, the local drunk, took it upon himself to stumble into the temple of Dionysus and drink the sacred wine. Despite the protests of the priest, he polished off the offering and stood sneering at the statue of Dionysus.
"You think you're some big shot don't ya?" He said, barely keeping his balance.
" If you're so powerful, then strike me down for what I've done."
Both Yorgos and the priest waited with baited breath but nothing happened. No plague or pestilence. No earthquake or fire to consume him. 
He then patted the priest on the shoulder and smiled.
"Well, I guess I'll be going." But as he got to the door, he suddenly stopped and turned.
His face was pale and filled with terror. His lips trembled as he spoke.
"Dear Gods, Dionysus has cursed me beyond all curses."
The priest dared not approach but asked in a feeble voice.
"How?"  
Yorgos took a long deep breath and answered.
"I'm sober."