I’ve only gotten drunk a couple of times, since I don’t really like how it feels.
Anyway, the first time was right before winter finals the year I turned 21 (no, I didn’t get drunk on my birthday, everyone when home. It was Easter weekend!) and my RA discovered that there was an open container law in our state. So, she inlisted three of us to help her finish a large bottle of vodka. We made screw drivers, and I think I probably ended up drinking about 8 oz of vodka before the end of the night. Court, the guy I had then just recently remembered why I’d had a crush on earlier in the semester, insisted I try a shot of jegger(however you spell it) too; that is the first and last time I ever let someone talk me into drinking something I didn’t want to- it tastes like poison. I spent the whole next day throwing up, fun, fun, fun. Folks, here’s a tip: never ever drink fruit punch if you’ve got an upset stomach. It looks too much like blood when you throw it up.
Truth to be told, it was far more interesting watching the RA go nuts once she (quickly!) got drunk. It was the only time I’ve ever seen a non-animated person sush people then do the scooby-walk down a hallway.
College, Thunderbird wine. We went drinking in a local park and I thought it would be fun to get on the swings. I threw up on myself while on the swing, back and forth, back and forth…Not a pretty picture.
First time I got drunk I was eleven years old. My aunt took me to a fair and proceded to buy two large strawberry daiquiris for me. I then began riding the rides. Have any of you ever seen the Zipper? It is a ride that does an awful lot of flipping and spinning. Imagine a little girl drunk for her first time trying to put up with that ride. Not the nicest image.
I was fifteen and really depressed. I mixed my dad’s everclear with orange juice or something. I don’t know how much I had, but I got totally wasted. I was alone in my room, and I kept wondering if I was drunk yet. When I finally thought I was, I wasn’t sure, so I kept trying to prove it by attempting to walk in a straight line and stuff. Even then I wasn’t convinced, I thought it was psychosomatic. I must have blacked out, because when I woke up I was on the floor with a pillow, and had vomited on my pillow and my bed (but had no recollection of doing so). I don’t think I’ve ever been as drunk since.
I immediately fell in love with drunkenness, too. I had to get drunk every night, and have another drink in the morning, for a couple weeks. Eventually, though, my friends convinced me I was heading quickly toward alcoholism, and I got scared enough to stop. Or, at least, to switch to periodic binge drinking. But I’ve stopped that too now. I think.
A pitcher of beer after Economics 101. I got the idea in my head that I could hold the beer glass in my teeth, tilt my head back, and drink the beer down like that. Well, no I couldn’t. I also couldn’t see real good for a while, but I still found my way home somehow and enjoyed a hell of a hangover in the morning.
First serious drunk…high school graduation. Scotch. Bad scotch to add insult to injury. I wound up hiding behind a couch; I was getting head spins really badly, and I decided, with drunken logic, that if I was going to barf, I was going to do it in private (I didn’t barf, just went to sleep for an hour or so and then came out, covered in dust bunnies and ready to party some more).
Wow, I think I have the record so far – 3 years old.
Basically like Mangetout’s experience: At a big family dinner in France, everyone went outside to greet a guest who had just shown up, and I (according to my parents), went around the table drinking everyone’s champagne (even as a toddler, I had good taste ;)).
I seriously doubt that I actually drank everyone’s champagne. Probably only two or three. I went to sleep on the couch and suffered no other ill effects.
I was 13 and it was from a greeny-brown mixture of a little of everything from my parents’ liquor cabinet. Whisky, creme de menth, vodka, anything. It’s the vilest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life but my friends and I managed to keep it down long enough for it to enter our bloodstream.
I snogged my best friend Charlotte, ran half naked through the fields at the back of my house, fell over a lot, got covered in mud, got in the shower with half my clothes still on, had a water fight in the kitchen, pretended very badly to my parents that I was sober (although they never said anything, bless them), and fell asleep with my arms around my friend. Ah, those halcyon days.
first tiem drunk i was 14 i think, at a wedding reception.
2 of my uncles sat me down at teh bar adn got me drunk on shandies ( oh the shame )
got drunk, danced until everyone else felt ill.
most recent time i got really, really drunk.
my 18th, a friend and a cousin got me REALLY drunk on loads of bizzarro cocktails etc. ( or so i’m told, i remember nada)
First drunk? Never!
First drink? A sip of wine when I was about 7. Burned the hell out of my throat!
First drink at a bar? Pat O’Brien’s, April, 1987. Margarita, frozen, no salt. I was two months short of legal age, which in Louisiana was 19 at the time.
