First time alcohol experiences

[OrangeSkin]

I'm curious to hear about everybody's first experience being drunk. These stories are always entertaining.

I was 18 and I don't really remember much. I was at my friend's birthday party and I think I ended up feeling some ugly girl up. That's about it.

[Opiate-Zeo]

I was 19. I took about 6 beer bongs and dove down a flight of stairs. I was at my GF's (now wife) house with a bunch of friends while her family was away. It was a blast!

[halter91]

Aww man, I was actually about 20 beofre i got drunk. I had a 40 of Crazy Horse I think, and then I had a 4 pack of those Mystic drinks, basically flavored spring water, well i took a huge sip out of each one and topped it off with Vodka. Needless to say, I had to be carried up the stairs, and it wasn't easy for my best friend, I'm 6'5" about 230 at the time. I wasn't really hung over though. My worst experience, I used to be the Bud Ice man, every party i went to i brough 2 six packs of Bud Ice. Well was drinking them, then did about 6 beer bongs. next thing I knew, i was army crawing in the back yard, laying in a puddle, puking. I ended up on the couch with no shirt on, my friend was laying on my lap? And I had just started a job, i was 2 hours late for work. Fortunately my boss was cool about it. I was never so sick in my life. I worked from 10-3 and puked about 3 times. It was a bad day!:puke:

[Chopper Dave]

When I was 13 I got a little drunk off of New Year's Eve champagne and fell in my friend's pool.

First time I ever REALLY got drunk was on Halloween 3 years ago. It was me and a couple of friends at one of their houses. Rum mixed with Red Bull energy drink. My friend puked on the patio.

[twa]

I was 6 ,stealing beer from my stepfather when he was drunk.This probally killed enough brain cells to explain my typing skills.:puke:

[Mr. S]

ok, typical freshman entering college story. I drank maybe once or twice before, but only like one drink each, but about 2 months into my freshman year of college 2 years ago, the night before halloween, I had my first real experience. My friend(a junior at the time) took me to his friends house where they had a table full of liquor bottles. First his friend made me a drink, put like 4 things in it(including a little everclear), that one tasted good though. I remember sipping on varius shnauppes bottles. We go out for a bit, come back 2 hours later, and continue. I keep trying and sipping different liquors, at the same time had a screwdriver with 4 shots or more of vodka. Nearing the end of that is what pretty much did me in. Next thing I remember is trying to stay awake for the next 5 hours, puking regularly, and my friends trying to make sure I stay awake. Definitely a horrible experience, funny how a week later i still got drunk(though not sick).

[dchogs]

first "serious" experience was my junior year in HS. visited a friend at his college (which i later went to). started with a little mickey's (love hand grenades) in his room, went to a pre-party and had a few more beers, flirted with a girl on the way to the party, received a death threat from her brother (who later turned out to be my big brother in my fraternity), got to the party and danced/drank my ass off, closed down the party, lost my friend, and hooked up with the co-ed that showed me where my friend's dorm was.

all in all, a good evening. thanks to a youthful body, had zero negative effects the next morning. ahhh, college.

[PCS]

Hmmmm. First experience.............. 14 years old. Best friend at time had an older brother who bought him some beer. 6 pack of Budweiser...seem to recall they were the bigger cans too. Anyway, snuck down to the creek in Rutherford, ( that's near Little Run Elementary for you locals), and drank the the thing. Ok. So we poured out about half when the other wasn't looking and commented how good the beer was. Just a buzz really, but effective when 14.

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I don't remember the first time really drunk, go figure, but pretty sure it was a few years after that. Know that I was about...18? maybe it was 17, that I got twisted on White Rocket wine, ( yeah...wine. Uh huh), and Stroh's. Yep. That's right Stroh's. For no reason. Brother and friend just bored. Went to club, got in due to..well...can't go into that, but got in and had another drink Have no idea what it was. Then promptly went outside and got sick. From there, ( right by Navy Golf course in Fairfax), all the way up Pickett road, down Guinea Road and into Canteburry Woods, ( sp), roughly 6 miles or so I hung out the back door of the Delta 88 we had and left my mark. It was not a trail of bread crumbs. Had someone holding onto my belt to keep me from falling out of car. Didn't drink for alomst the entire summer after that. Bleah.

[Maxito]

First time, Was in New Years. I was abut 15 years old. I drink like 5 cups of Champagne. Don't remerber it that much

[okiefinfan23]

the first time i really got drunk was probably 19 or 20. i was hanging out with my co-workers at a bar of their friends. i started drinking long island ice teas. now being a medium height skinny guy, after one and a half pint sized glasses i was hammered. i don't remember too much of that night but i do remember yelling for one of my co-workers to take me home. i mean yelling at the top of my lungs.

i got home and it was straight to passing out. either that or i would have puked everywhere.

not great but memoriable

[China]

I was sixteen. I drank a six pack and got really drunk. My friend brought me home and put me in my room. I woke up still drunk having to go to the bathroom. I couldn't get the door open to get out of my room and so I put my shoulder into it. It gave way and I realized it wasn't the door I had put my shoulder into, but the wall. I then went out the door and to the bathroom and then back to bed. When I woke up I saw that I had put a large (torso sized) hole in the drywall wall. I attempted to cover it with a poster but my dad eventually noticed it. He made me fix it, so I learned how to fix drywall.

[yank]

Since the topic is first time alcohol experiences, mine's pretty tame compared to some. I was 16 and our high school JV baseball team had an end of season party at a friends house.

A cheerleader who I was quite fond of ambled up to me with a six pack of Schlitz and we hung out in the woods in the back yard for a quinella of first time experiences ...

Lots of smooching with a great babe and 3 beers to boot. I was in heaven ..

[Pete]

Happy birthday Orange

Dear God, it’s hard to remember back that far having killed many brain cells since then.:laugh: Actually, it’s a night I’ll never forget.

Summer of 74, burbs of NYC, I was 13 at the time.:doh: It was well planned for about 2 weeks, and came off without a hitch………………….sort of. My friends older brother was turning 18, and Chris said he invited our little group of younger guys. Chris Knapp, Jack Pendergast, and myself were to sleep over Richie Slavas’s house that Saturday night, being his parents always crashed by about 9:30, 10:00. The party didn’t start till 10:00, so we could just slip out of Richie’s bedroom window, down the trellis, and off to the swimin hole on the Pascak creek. We use to sneak out at Richies all the time to hang out, and night swim with the lovely girls of the neighborhood.

We got there about 10:30 and the woods and clearing by the creek were swarming with people, about 100 or so. I counted six half kegs on ice, and a lot of grass being burned. We parked our butts on a big ol log by the camp fire, and started to down the classic brew known as PBR. During the night, some clown flipped on a flashlight yelling “POLICE….DON’T MOVE”, causing the crowd to scatter rapidly. I turned to run, and went face first into some chick runnin by. As we lay on the ground, I looked to find my older sister next to me. She was pizzes at first, but cooled off when she realized she would get in just as much trouble as I would for being there.

By 12:30, 1:00 I was fall down drunk, when flashlights came on all around the group of partiers. The cops, the real McCoy. We were sittin with the creek about 6 ft away on our left, and as I got up to run, I fell into Jack heading for the creek. He didn’t fall, and I latched onto his belt as I went down. He dragged me clear across the creek and I finally lost my grip in the middle of the swamp on the other side. By that time, there were cops on both sides of the creek, so I just lay there face down in the mud hidden by the swamp cabbage. I was scared to death, and don’t know how long I stayed there before getting the guts up to crawl out of the swamp up to the road about 100 yards away. The cold water, and fear sobered me up pretty fast, and when I got up to the road, I found Richie and Jack hiding in a back yard by the creek. We sat and watched as the cops used a firemans ax to bang holes into full kegs of beer and drain them into the creek. We figured Chris got nabbed, so we headed down stream to cross out of sight of the cops and head back to Richies house. About a block from his house, Chris emerged from a group of trees, and the four of us got back to Richies as the sun was startin to come up. We stashed all our wet muddy clothing, got cleaned up, and crashed till about noon.

I woke up feeling like I was gonna die, my first hang over. Richies parents were already gone for the day, so we cooked up some eggs, and headed back down to the swimin hole. Looked like a bomb hit the place. Trash, clothing, and broken beer mugs everywhere.

One hell of a wild night.

[OrangeSkin]

Thanks for the sentiment, Pete.

That's a great story, by the way.

[Coach Williams]

I've actually never been drunk before ...though I have drank an entire wine cooler before. :doh: :halo:

[Symbol]

I was 15 and at a friends house, and he told me that his dad had a 12 pack of beer. I had tried beer, didn't really like it at the time, so knowing I had an iron clad stomach, I told him like an idiot, "got anything stronger?" He got a half bottle of tequilla and a full bottle of Jack Daniels. I downed the Jack, and somehow kept it down. I had to sit, acting big and bad saying I like to relax while drinking. Finished the tequilla a lot slower, but finished it anyway while he drank some beer. Don't remember what kind of beer.

I remember I was pretty toasted and got a rep in school of being a heavy drinker.

[rdsknbill]

13

A couple of cousins were over at out house for a crab party when we used to live in Annapolis. Crabs were fat and healthy, parents and aunts and uncles were knocking down the beers like it was cool. Jim, Craig and I slipped into the garage, hit the fridge for a couple of sixes and slid down the street to the public boat drop. HAmmered them down, felt pretty good, felt like more

We go back to the house, the old folks are sitting out in the yard still munching crabs and drinking beer, we decided to hit the liqour cabinet. WOW talk about a mistake :no:

About 3/4 of a half gallon of Jack later (shots with immediate coke chasers), the three of us are in the basement just laughing our a$$es off :2drunks::laugh:

My father and Colonel Bob (my uncle the retired Marine full bird colonel) come walking down the "wet their whistle" at the bar. Oops. Needless to say, they were not impressed. They were actually mildly amused at the state that we were in, but did what they could to keep us away from the mothers.

Woke up with a pretty ugly hangover., and a stearn lecture from my mother. Not the best time for a lecture :doh:

[Cskin]

Alright... 15 years old. My mom out of town and my older sister watching my twin sister and I. She wanted to hang out with this guy... so she talked him into taking us all out. He bought beer, Budweiser, and my oldest sis said... "alright kid... here's some beer... don't tell mom".

Well... six beers later and hanging out at this cool spring that pooled into this nice swiming hole. Someone had decided it was such a cool hangout that prior visitors brought sand and made like a little beach with it.

So.. took my clothes off and swam in the hole.... and my sister's guy friend took turns bulldogging me in the sand.

Hangover from hell the next day.. I slept the entire day and night.

[skinsfan44]

I was 16 at the time I first got drunk, although I have drank in the past.

Two friends (one 16, the other 18) and I got a case of Bud, and went to one of there houses. His parents were out for the night (Friday) so we drank it in there basement. After drinking the case, laughing and having a good time, we were feeling good, but we wanted more.

There was no other beer in there house, and we had no more money, so we drove over to the other friends house. On the way there, my other friend who was not driving, got out of the car at a stop sign, and climed up on top of the car, and said, "Go fast". He stayed on top of the car until we got to his house, the whole time laughing his a$$ off.

Out in the garage, they had a refrig that had a 6-pack of Shiltz and a bottle of Boons Farm Apple wine in it.

My 2 friends drank the beer, but I drank the wine.

BIG MISTAKE.

A little later, I went home, and got soooo sick. My parents were more then thrilled. :puke:

The thing was though, that Saturday was the day the family and I went down to open up our beach house, and clean it up from being closed all winter.

Needless to say, that I didn't do much work that day. :puke:

In all the years we went down to clean up the house (yard work, cleaning windows, chase spiders out. ect ect) I always did my share, except that one time.

To this day, I still hear jokes about how I couldn't do any work that weekend from the parents.

[FullbackIsKey]

one halloween during high school me and all of my nerdy friends decided we were finally going to all get drunk, and we went to our friend's house, whose mexican parents didn't care if we all came over and got plastered, as long as we slept there and didn't go do anything stupid. So we all sat around and got shloshed, and watched a boxing match with that "Prince" guy. None of us knew what to do once we got drunk, since we were all nerds and such, so most of us just awkawdly passed out.

I ended up fooling around for a few hours with a chick i'd been hot for for a while, and we were making out as my ex laid right next to me on the floor, unable to sleep(wonder why...teehee). Being that she had dumped me about a week before this because i tried to touch her chest while we were fooling around, and that the girl who was currently on top of me was quite clearly about 15 times hotter, the Ex was pretty pissed, and i was feeling like the men of all men...then i woke up in the morning and i really couldn't think straight, or see, really...and then my life began.

[SkinsNut73]

I was 20. I never really acquired a taste for any form of alcohol...tried beer, wine, etc and never really like any of it. Well, my friends would always try to get me drunk. So one night at a party they are pushing me to try several different drinks. I say, 'Look...if I do this will you leave me alone from now on?'. Sure, they said....so I drank and drank and drank.

Passed out on the couch. They woke me up at 2am when it was time to go home. My friend took me home in his ONE WEEK OLD BRAND SPANKING NEW FORD BRONCO...said if you feel like you are going to puke let me know so I can pull over OKAY? Sure. Not 2 minutes later I'm puking my guts out...forgot to tell him to pull over...puked all over the floor on the passenger side. Then stuck my head out the window for the rest of the ride home...and puked down the side of his truck.

Served the bastird right for trying to get me drunk...

...and we're still friends today.

[China]

Originally posted by Pete

Happy birthday Orange

Dear God, it’s hard to remember back that far having killed many brain cells since then.:laugh: Actually, it’s a night I’ll never forget.

Summer of 74, burbs of NYC, I was 13 at the time.:doh: It was well planned for about 2 weeks, and came off without a hitch………………….sort of. My friends older brother was turning 18, and Chris said he invited our little group of younger guys. Chris Knapp, Jack Pendergast, and myself were to sleep over Richie Slavas’s house that Saturday night, being his parents always crashed by about 9:30, 10:00. The party didn’t start till 10:00, so we could just slip out of Richie’s bedroom window, down the trellis, and off to the swimin hole on the Pascak creek. We use to sneak out at Richies all the time to hang out, and night swim with the lovely girls of the neighborhood.

We got there about 10:30 and the woods and clearing by the creek were swarming with people, about 100 or so. I counted six half kegs on ice, and a lot of grass being burned. We parked our butts on a big ol log by the camp fire, and started to down the classic brew known as PBR. During the night, some clown flipped on a flashlight yelling “POLICE….DON’T MOVE”, causing the crowd to scatter rapidly. I turned to run, and went face first into some chick runnin by. As we lay on the ground, I looked to find my older sister next to me. She was pizzes at first, but cooled off when she realized she would get in just as much trouble as I would for being there.

By 12:30, 1:00 I was fall down drunk, when flashlights came on all around the group of partiers. The cops, the real McCoy. We were sittin with the creek about 6 ft away on our left, and as I got up to run, I fell into Jack heading for the creek. He didn’t fall, and I latched onto his belt as I went down. He dragged me clear across the creek and I finally lost my grip in the middle of the swamp on the other side. By that time, there were cops on both sides of the creek, so I just lay there face down in the mud hidden by the swamp cabbage. I was scared to death, and don’t know how long I stayed there before getting the guts up to crawl out of the swamp up to the road about 100 yards away. The cold water, and fear sobered me up pretty fast, and when I got up to the road, I found Richie and Jack hiding in a back yard by the creek. We sat and watched as the cops used a firemans ax to bang holes into full kegs of beer and drain them into the creek. We figured Chris got nabbed, so we headed down stream to cross out of sight of the cops and head back to Richies house. About a block from his house, Chris emerged from a group of trees, and the four of us got back to Richies as the sun was startin to come up. We stashed all our wet muddy clothing, got cleaned up, and crashed till about noon.

I woke up feeling like I was gonna die, my first hang over. Richies parents were already gone for the day, so we cooked up some eggs, and headed back down to the swimin hole. Looked like a bomb hit the place. Trash, clothing, and broken beer mugs everywhere.

One hell of a wild night.

Reminds me of that movied "Dazed and Confused"

[TXREDSKINS44]

I was in 8th grade my buddy's parents went to a party and left us home only all night we drank 2 beers and thought it was nasty so we found some vodka, we mixed it with orange juice. We each had about 10 each and man the minute my head hit the pillow the room started to spin and all I remember was: puke: my brains out and then just passing out!! We quite an interesting night!!!

[Pete]

Originally posted by China

Reminds me of that movied "Dazed and Confused"

Never saw the movie, but I guess I should check it out. I hooked up with Jack and Richie and a bunch of other old friends about 4 years ago in Lake George NY for fathers day. Hadn't seen any of them in 10 or more years.

We drank non stop from thursday afternoon till sunday night reliving them good ol days. I don't know if it's that common, but our group of friends were together from the age of 11 to the present. Chris and I are the only ones not still in the group. Chris disapeared after high school, and I moved to FL.