First Time Loaded?

Sigh Co. · Post by **Sigh Co.** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:05 am

Oh, I'm sure this has been beaten to death. But it's 9AM and I'm sipping Gin & Grapefruit juice like the liquor store's going to run out, so I'm asking again:

What was your first time getting drunk like? Describe the experience, to the best of your ability.

I was 15, had been drinking bottom-shelf vodka and cranberry juice all night. I was amazing. On top of the world. I didn't have my pants. I threw up all over my buddy's mom's new white carpeting. Vodka and cranberry juice.

And you?

happydrunk · Post by **happydrunk** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:17 am

pretty much the same deal, only i was guzzling gin in my girlfriend's dad's house. I didn't puke over any carpet, but after my girlfriends dropped me off back home I spent a good amount of time sitting by the toilet.

I haven't really liked gin since, but I definitely had a fun time getting drunk with my friends. It was towards the end of highschool, 17 yrs old. That was probably the only time I really got drunk in highschool, but I definitely made up for it when I went to college a few months later!

actually, reading someone else's post, I was reminded that the first bottle of booze I bought was Bailey's Irish Creme when I was on some exchange program with a bunch of other girls in England, 15 yrs old. The other girls were midwestern farmer girls and we obviously had no clue what we were buying.

GSG · Post by **GSG** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:38 am

I wish I could remember the first time I got pissed, but I can't. I can however remember the first time I got drunk with my pal gin. I was 17 and I just remember thinking that it tasted and felt in every way superior to the Smirnoff Ices and very cheap White Lightning cider (or sometimes the even cheaper equivalent) I'd previously been using to get my drunk on. The beautiful thing about this gin was that I didn't feel as if I was using it at all. It wasn't even using me, unlike some manipulative and self-centred beverages that have experimented on me. It was almost as if we had an understanding straight away and we treated each other with respect. I appreciated her complexities, smoothness and attitude and in return she made sure that I got drunk in style. Happy, relaxed and quietly confident that Lady Gin would take good care of me. Sure, occasionally one of us will get cocky and we'll fall out for a bit but she's always there for me and I'll always be here for her. We work well together and I don't want to ruin such a great relationship.

ruiner · Post by **ruiner** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:41 am

same as now i guess. curled up with a bottle of whiskey that i didnt pay for. cept then it was jack danials, and now i pay for beam. other than that, the same.

Mother Goose · Post by **Mother Goose** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:53 am

Age 15 (I think), tequila & Mountain Dew. *shudder* Mixed. I puked all over the place - all over this guy's motorcycle, and when my friend's mom came to pick us up, we were trying so hard to act normal but I had to ask her to pull over halfway home so I could puke again.

*Wow, must've had some bad nachos at the bowling alley.* Um, yeah. That went over like a lead balloon.

scsigrrl · Post by **scsigrrl** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 2:01 am

don't recall...ain't that the point? it was a loooooong time ago

Bender! · Post by **Bender!** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:12 am

8 years old and puking my guts out.

I loved it.

Leftboston · Post by **Leftboston** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 8:18 am

bottle of Homemade wine and alternating with shots of tequila. I didn't barf but the next morning was rough. That was 30 years ago.

Count Sporkula · Post by **Count Sporkula** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:17 pm

The first time... hmmm... I was 14... a friend and I shared a case of molson canadian... I thought I had found god... after that we pretty much drank whatever we could get our grubby little paws on. Including some god aweful mixes of different hooches (whatever we or friends could take offa the tops of whatever our parents had behind the bar.)

ahh... good times... no work.. no school... free booze! its all gone downhill from there.

Mayhem · Post by **Mayhem** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:24 pm

9 years old, Italy, homemade Vino Rosso e Grappa.

whiskeyprick · Post by **whiskeyprick** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:32 pm

shared a 3.2 12er of Old Mil with a friend when his parents were gone. nothing special but the fire was lit.

Savage · Post by **Savage** » Mon Jan 15, 2007 12:54 am

I'm saving that story for my autobiography; to be published posthumously.

& · Post by & » Mon Jan 15, 2007 1:36 am

I believe that I was eleven or twelve. It was a saturday morning, about to move over to afternoon. I spent my saturday mornings in my basement, watching TV and fooling about with burning GI Joe figures or freezing them in blue ice, whatever made sense to the storyline.

For some reason, I decided to go peeking around in the furnace room, where we also kept most of our canned foods, etc. Sort of like an extended pantry. I noticed that there was a bottle of dry vermouth that my grandpa ed made his evening cocktails with. I opened it and took a sip. it didn't taste all that great, but I was interested. I kept drinking, the day kept going on and on around me. Pretty soon, half the bottle was gone, and I was sloshed. I wound up vomiting in the bathroom and somehow wandering back to my room upstairs. I slept it off and awoke on Sunday morning (thank goodness for time travel). I felt like rotted death. I was very dehydrated and I had to check in the mirror to make sure that an axe wasn't imbedded in my skull.

ah, the joys of youth.

Rob · Post by **Rob** » Mon Jan 15, 2007 2:28 am

I was fifteen years old. I was at home on a Friday night and I told my dad that I wanted to drink, so he poured us both a shot of neat, room temperature vodka. We had a couple more and I remember walking into the kitchen, watching my legs wondering since when walking had ever been so much fun. I swayed around a little bit, looking at the ceiling with a smile on my face. I've been in love ever since.

ivan · Post by **ivan** » Mon Jan 15, 2007 5:19 am

The first time? No clue... but I remember the first time that mattered.

My band-mates and I were getting ready for a gig in about a week. We had a friend with a very cool mom who went to the candystore for us. They all wanted two fifths of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill. I wanted Tequila. Montezuma's Tequila. They drank their bumwine, I drank my Tequila. I think I swore undying love to a few people that evening. Then I went skinny-dipping with a groupie.

It was good.