Wine bottle that is. At least then I’d only have a headache instead of the hangover from hell. Had friends round and a good night was had by all, but I feel gross. Why do we do it? Anyway, feeling this way got me to thinking of the first time I got drunk…when I was 7…yep 7. Parents took us out for the day, (we were all in boarding school) me, my twin brother and two older sisters, bought a couple of bottles of wine to go along with the barbeque, and then promptly fell asleep in the sun after a few glasses. Oldest sis was off doing whatever instead of looking after me and I spied the bottle of wine. Thought it was juice, and it tasted nice so I drank the whole bottle. God when my parents woke up I was staggering all over the place, hee hee. My sister had to sneak me back into the school, (that was after I was sick all over my shoes in the car) and put me to bed. Boy did I feel awful in the morning.
So, what was your first drunken experience? Do tell all it will make me feel better 
Hmmm, I was 14…I drank straight gin. And wine coolers. And a beer. Still I didn’t feel too bad that night, or the next morning. I got a little silly, ran around way too late with my friend then passed out on her floor. The next day however…OOF…Same friend has her boyfiend over. They give me straight gin again to get rid of me. I get sloppy and just want to pass out in her parents guest room. Her parents come home, we HAVE to go…(me, “Just tell your Mom I’m SICK”…her, “No way, she’s gonna KNOW”) So I get dragged out to the nearest local fast food eatery. Ate two french fries and ran to hurl away from oncoming traffic. Found out later my Mom was driving by as I was staggering out from back there, completely green. Turns out Mom’s CAN tell. And, to this day I cannot even smell gin without feeling my gorge rise.
Ohhhh TM, I hear you there too. Got really drunk on whisky when I was 17, and even now if I get just a whiff I want to hurl. Ohhh my head hurts…
My first drunken experience was a ball. I was in high school and went to go visit my cousin at college. It was great. I got plastered, made friends, chatted up the ladies, and hung out all weekend. The PROBLEM was several months later when I tried to repeat my initial success. You know how everyone has that one thing they’ll never drink again? Mine’s Southern Comfort. Ugh. I can’t even think about it anymore.
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I can’t drink anything with Sloe Gin in it.
Sloe gin…[sub]oh GOD![/sub] never again.:eek: I was in eighth grade when a friend and I sampled the delights of her parent’s liquor cabinet. I was especially fond of the sweet-tasting sloe gin. After getting really wasted for the first time in my life, I stumbled home to my un air-conditioned room. There was a terrible heat wave going on at the time, and the following day it was well over 100 degrees F by ten A.M., with absolutely no breeze, and plenty of humidity. It was a Saturday, and I had to do my usual weekend chores without raising my mom’s suspicions. Ughhhhhhhhh…
Over twenty years later, my gut still clenchs at the smell of sloe gin.
kool-aid and vodka. tastes just like kool-aid. bad scene.
had to work the next day (i work in a library). i just lay there, head on the desk. i have no idea if anyone came in that day.
i can’t drink, nay i can’t SMELL kool-aid anymore without grimacing. oddly enough, my affection for vodka has reamined unchanged.
kool-aid and vodka. tastes just like kool-aid. bad scene.
had to work the next day (i work in a library). i just lay there, head on the desk. i have no idea if anyone came in that day.
i can’t drink, nay i can’t SMELL kool-aid anymore without grimacing. oddly enough, my affection for vodka has remained unchanged.
how the hell did that happen? Fie! thou demon haunted beastly fiend sent from the deepest regions of computer hell to be my tormentor!
i’m making such faboo first impressions, aren’t i?
:rolleyes:
Sadly, the first time I got drunk was off of… St. Ides beer. Totally horrible stuff, but I didn’t pay a penny for it. A friend of mine stole them from the local Esso station (gotta love Québec, where you can get a full tank of gas and a 24 in one stop!).That was the beginning of a long summer of drinking, although I became much smarter and moved on to such things as Molson and Labatt products. Then came visits to the SAQ, where drinking nights became even more interesting (NEVER, EVER mix gin and lemonade - tastes like PineSol, and its a waste of gin). I drank a lot of stuff over the years, and now only drink occasionally, and usually wine, but I have yet to have an experience which made me unable to drink anything ever again.
Although I can attest to the fact that drinking lots of wine, staying up til 4am, then getting up for 8:30 classes is a GUARANTEED hangover! But if friends from home come visit me again, I’ll probably do the same 
Things you can’t ever drink again, or even smell them…
Tequila. (Sorry, TM!)
I was home from college after (I think) my sophomore, over at my ex-girlfriend’s house with a bunch of old high school friends, and I’d brought a bottle of Cuervo home from school with me. Brought it over, and we drank it while we watched Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. I think I had 14 shots… :shudder:
Still love margaritas, but get my nose anywhere an open tequila bottle and my stomach threatens full reverse thrust.
14, grandparent’s house alone after three weeks of working (“volunteering”) at the '84 Olympics in L.A., best stocked mini-bar in Santa Barbara. Guinness Stout (bottled), Anchor Steam and Vodka. Still don’t like vodka, the other two took a good 10 years to appreciate again.
Truly epic hangover, I really couldn’t touch alcohol again until I was 20.
Thanks for the stories peeps, I feel so much better
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You know, its lovely people like you guys that have prevented me from screwing up drinking yet. I hear these stories and I swear I’m never, ever going to do anything that close to being drunk. I’ll have my buzz and like it.
Thanks guys!
Uggh, JD, my loathed enemy…
I got a bottle of JD for my 15th birthday from my evil friend. We had drank plenty of it before, but would usually get the little bottles (pints, I guess) and sip it. This time, for some ungodly reason, we decided to trade shots. A contest of manhood, if you will.
Never again.
I can barely look at the bottle without a wave of nausea overcoming me. I tried some Jim Beam a while back, thinking it may be just the JD. No luck. Took one tiny sip of the stuff and nearly hurled all over. I could taste it in my nose for hours afterwards. Just thinking about this gets those little throw-up salivary glands in the back of my cheeks going… ::shudder::
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Death, in a bottle. this is the stuff winos drink when they can’t get Sterno. And I drank a whole 5th, ugggh. Almost nothing to eat that day, too. Can’t even think about the taste. Wine my ass. Hell, my ass probably tastes better.
[hijack} Oddly, though I can get drunk on most whiskey, JD just amkes me abgry, and I’m not an angry drunk. Weird[/hijack]
No, that was a typo. ANGRY
My friend and I stayed up all night playing Trivial Pursuit and doing our very best to consume a 40 of Lamb’s Navy. We had told our parents that we were getting up early the next day to go fishing a few miles from town so that we wouldn’t have to present ourselves until late in the day.
We got out of the house unseen and made it to the fishing spot, not a single line hit the water as we spent the morning and a good part of the afternoon passed out in the grass.
It was hot, it was sunny, we sunburned our eyelids.
Mine & best friend’a age at the time: 15
The place: My parents basement
The mixed drink: Half vodka and half some bargan store cola(which by itself tasted like ass)
My buddy and I found a bottle of my dad’s vodka. I had never drank before so after a school function, we head down stairs to “play pool”. Needless to say we got totally f_cked up on this horrible combo drink. Soon I needed to take a leak. My parents were asleep upstairs and I was trying to think of a way to address this pressing issue without disturbing them. So, I tell my friend that I’m going to piss into one of the pockets of the pool table.
‘Don’t do it.’, my friend pleads.
‘It’ll be ok. It’ll all dry up by the morning. No will know.’, I explain. This is what can only be refered to as vodka logic.
My friends, I will tell you this, never has one been so close to transforming a pool table into a tolet as I was that night. Yet somehow he was able to confound said vodka logic and I used a floor drain in a spare shower we had in the basement.
The story end badly with much horking into a tolet (imagine that) and me blaiming the McDonalds I had that night. My dad figured it out a couple months later when he tried to make a martini with vodka from a bottle that contained 95% water. The final revenge of the vodka logic.
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THE THIRD WORD THAT ENDS IN -GRY!!
It amkes me so hapgry to have finally found it!