Well, I drank Tequila for the first time in the Summer of 1995, at the tender age of 19.
I drank this evil beverage for the worst of all possible reasons… see, there was this girl…
Well, I was convinced that if I drank enough, I could stop thinking about her for at least one night… I had it pretty bad for her, and it made it worse that she was a good friend.
I got my bottle, and started drinking around 6:00pm. At that point the only thing that I had eaten at all that day was a Pizza burrito around 9am. I started with the tequila mixed with Realime (that plastic fruit) out of an empty Mt. Dew can.
My friend dropped me off at my house. I had drunk about 3 inches past the neck of the bottle, and was feeling pretty giddy. I walked up to my room, tipped that bottle back and chugged a great deal of this tequila, and then stashed the bottle… which was difficult, cause my room kept trying to spin around, and my blankets were resisting my attempts to step over them. Well, I managed to hide the bottle (my alcoholic uncle was visiting, and I didn’t want him to steal my booze) and then, inspiration struck…
I decided to walk to this young ladies house.
I managed to get there ok. I knocked on her door, and when she opened it, I greeted her by falling over. I proceeded to proclaim my undying love, interspersed with begging her to give me a chance to aplogize once I was sober…
I stumbled most of the way home, and then my friends from earlier saw me walking, and took me back home again. After that, things get hazy, like watching a movie while cleaning house… bits and pieces…
At one point, my aunt was taking off my shoes, and I was telling her that I didn’t need her to take my shoes off, I didn’t need her god (she’s ultra catholic) and that some day the Celtic Pagans would rise again…
My uncles bleary response…“I didn’t know you was Irish!”
I still have the bottle, and the lady let me apologize, but it took a few days.
Mom made me clean up the sink, shower, tub and toilet I threw up in. No hangover though…
And that is why the smell of Tequila will make me step back, shudder, and say no thanks…
Your welcome.