Who remembers their *First* Alcohol Experiencel

[ToolManTimTaylor]

Inkohawl:



Yep I remeber it well. Junior in High School and a snow day. Buddy calls me up to go over his house and try to get an old sled running. So we start workin' on it and while finding a seat to sit on while holding the carbs I found a liquor crate with one brand new bottle of Captain Morgan (Arrrgh) . So we took a break and slugged a few back thinking we were the men of men (Auuugh auuugh) and all ..... After all we had a motor apart. Well between the two of us we got 3/4 the way thru and I notoced we had stoped working and the shop was spinning. "I don feel soh guuud" So I scamper off twards home (Mile and a hlaf away) In snow. Falling down and juust about dragging myself home with my jaw and ear lobes I finaly made it. So here comes sloppy drunk ToolBoy crashing thru the front door and making a badly injured bee line for my bed room. Slam goes the door and I toss off my jacket and for some reason my sweat pants and pass out on my bed. I come to and fall off the bed with the waistband of my undies caught on the bedpost and am now hanging upside down still a complete mess staring at the door. I manage to get free and got half dishoveld dressed and stagger to the bathroom ... . PASSING Mom on the way. "You O. K she asks" Knowing somethings up. "Oh yeah Fine" I said "I think I ate something bad" and slither into the bathroom.



Well That was it it was Tim's Turn to Pitch at the Ol' Ball Game so I grabbed what I thought was a great idea ..... a trash can. I pitch a full inning of Captain and soon realize IT'S FRIKKIN' WICCER! Oh god now it's panic time and I toss it into the bathtub turning on the hot water to wash up my mess. (NOTE TO SELF: Lock door behind you as Mom watched the whole episode) I turn arround and *WHACK* Backhand to the jaw. "Oh my god you are nothing more than a stinkin filthy disgusting drunk! You DISGUST ME!!!!!!".

Oh boy I am in for the wrath of something I have never seen in my juvenile life ... . Rippin mad MOM! Well I was sent to my room to live with the room spinning and that brutal Ill feeling.



Yep let's just say that my dating career dropped off pretty sharply the latter half of that year as I spent the entire time after school REMODELING the bathroom with my 6'6" cousin and me paying for the Floor , bathtub , and one wiccer basket ... . basicly everything my sorry putrid drunken self had blessed. I really hadn't thought what I did was that big a deal ... . O. K Stupid but Made it thru and didn't break anything , cause trouble , or physicly harm anyone. Never the less it was bad.



Yep I learned my lesson REAL QUICK on booze and what can happen when you get out of control.





I came home after school one day that following year to find Mom Died from what I believe to have been a badly damaged liver from her constant battle with alcoholism herself. That sent it all home for me and now that's All I will touch (Captain) on occaision.





So Whats yours?

 

[illflem]

99¢ a gallon Red Mountain wine, barfed my guts out. I still won't drink wine 40 years later.

 

[QRTRHRS]

Some of the guys I hung with, their fathers had this hunting cabin back in the boonies. A bunch of us go to the cabin for the weekend armed with hard cider bottled in quarts. Woe to the first few to feel the effects. That's when the fingers in the warm water tricks and such started. Top that off with a barf-a-rama session followed by the hangover of all hangovers.

 

[DCorbett]

Went to a river party with my much older brother and friends, thought I could do what they did only to ride home in the back of a GTO, on the pulled down rag top so I could ralph my guts out on the way home. Yes, I had alot of fun cleaning it the next mornig.



Doug

 

[Straight6Jeff]

Piels beer in the glass bottle on christmas eve sometime around 1983. then proceeded to have homemade chocolate pudding, then yacked all over my Dad as I was making a beeline to the porcelin goddess. Pops never had a chance. There he was sitting in his chair watching the fire burn, and the next minute he had a pile of Piels, mac' n cheese, and chocolate pudding on his chest. Christmas day was the first hangover of my life.

 

[Mtngoat]

Tequila- Missed 3 days of work. . Nuff said- even though that was 28 years ago it still turns my stomach to think about it.



Robin

 

[esommer2500]

Peppermint schnapps, and not even the good kind. My buddy had "The Basement" and we would find some fool to buy us some liquor and proceed to sit down there and get stupid. There was no bathroom down there, so we saved gallon jugs of milk and filled them about half way before pitching them somewhere in the country on the way to wherever the next day. This started when I was 14. One night he and I thought we were men enough to drink a fifth of Jack STRAIGHT out of the bottle. I hate whiskey to this day.



When I was 16 and got me license, Mom said "Since your old enough to drive, your old enough to drink; just don't do both at the same time. What kind of beer do you want?"



After that, I was allowed to have a few friends over to our place (out in BFE, no chance of anybody driving by or seeing our activities) after football games, etc. I honestly think it was for the better, because now in college I see freshmen coming in that have never been able to party, and they are the crazy ones getting public intox, throwing up all over the place. You can tell who's parent's let them drink at home, because it's no big deal. The sheltered kids are the ones to watch out for.



Eric

 

[ToolManTimTaylor]

WOW eric good point! My buddy's parents were the EXACT same way! Tell ya what he just may be the most "Normal" out of the entire crew thats left that has party sense.

Originally posted by Straight6Jeff

then yacked all over my Dad as I was making a beeline to the porcelin goddess. Pops never had a chance.

:-laf :-laf :-laf :-laf

 

[HEMI®Dart]

In '79 me and some friends were going to a Frank Zappa concert at the Springfield Civic center. We drank shots of Canadian Mist in the afternoon. Didn't get sick or anything.

 

[Ncostello]

I'd taken drinks of beer and wine growing up... buy my first drunk occured when I was 20 at a New Years Party. Was in a basement party playing pool when I started drinking Jim Beam and Coke. Kept drinking them till everything was spinning. But... before I did that I chugged 6 dixie cups of beer not realizing the hard stuff would show up later. Well the whole "beer before liquor" thing applies very well. I ended up sitting in a chair and stuff was spinning around very bad. I sat there and threw up all over myself and couldn't move to do anything about it. I remember my friends staring at me and going "ewwwww.. . this is sick... check this out". 4 buddies carried me out to a friends 4x4 monster Chevy and he gave me a ride home. The log wagon like ride home in 0 degree weather made me throw up a few more times in a trash bag. It took me about 5 minutes to get the key in the lock. But once I was in I was good. I took off all my clothes and threw them in the washer along with two packs of cigarettes, one wallet, and one watch. Next day I couldn't understand how all those little tobacco particles got all over my freshly washed clothes??? I still like Whiskey and Coke to this day. Works every time. I hate beer however.

 

[Cooker]

New Year's Eve 1993. Mad Dog 20/20. Man that $3 a botttle wine was good I'm sure if I had it now I would feel differently

 

[ToolManTimTaylor]

Originally posted by Ncostello

I hate beer however.

Huh me too. Odd eh?

 

[mjendrejcak]

13 years old... . at a friends house discovered her dads tequila stash. then discovered a lot of other things that night too.

 

[Jff24Gordn]

Well, it was at grandpas for christmass and all of the adults were drinking makers mark in the kitchen. They were mixing it with 7 up. i said grandpa, can I have some. So they give me half a shot strait. I drank it and asked for more and got it. I wonder why I never rembered that night.

 

[JohnCooper]

Went water skiing in San Diego when I was in HS. We were camping at Campland in Mission Bay. My buddy had his brother-in-law get us a six pack of malt liquor (talls). My buddy polished off his 3 more quickly than I. He went into the "chug, chug, chug" chant, I complied. When I finished the last one, I wasn't feeling so good. My buddy being the true friend he was (and still is after 30 years) offered his wisdom in suggesting that I "run it off". So we took off jogging thru "Campland By The Bay". As you have already figured out, the pressure was building. As I was running down the road, I got to the point where I couldn't hold it back any longer. I spotted a trash can between two camp sites and proceeded to make a deposit. When I finished, I closed the lid and looked up, about 20 feet away was a large group of campers sitting around a camp fire eating their dinner. I'm sure I ruined a few appetites that night. Needless to say, I quickly made my exit. To this day, all my friend has to say is "run it off" to bring back vivid memories.

 

[ToolManTimTaylor]

Originally posted by JohnCooper

My buddy being the true friend he was (and still is after 30 years) offered his wisdom

Ahhh but don't they allways?

 

[Champane Flight]

1963

Two bottles of Orange rock and two buddys camping out near the creek. Poor fish!

 

[Whitmore]

Bad memories 1978 at 18 years old got a bottle of Vodka and a 6 pack of the little orange juices, had no container to mix in so we would take a swig of vodka and a swig of oj and shake your head before ya swallowed, the girls thought we were cool for a couple hours until it all came back up, I made a heck of a stain on a parking lot somewhere :{ But I did marry the girl, guess she thought I was fool enough for her 23 years later she still reminds me of that night and what a fool I was



Cheers, Kevin

 

[3atatime]

Still scarred from it!:{

 

[Jeff H]

Before I could walk. MMMMMM beeeer. :-laf