IF LAURIE just wouldn't drink," said her friends, including me. Anyone could see that Laurie and drink didn't mix. After that second or third martini, Laurie turned into a Miss Hyde. Whether she was at a cocktail party, at a restaurant, or at home, she informed all within cannon shot of her husband's shortcomings, many of them intimate. At the finish of this recital, she would darkly hint at Reno.