The first time you got drunk

My dad's bellowing out, "bring me another beer", always had me popping the top on his can of Oly.

Then taking a swig before handing it off.

At a big family get together, my cousin and I swiped a sixer, headed out to a canyon behind the house, and...

I'm not sure if I'll have a "first time", but who knows.  It could still happen.  I'd like to have some cool drinking stories, but...there's always tomorrow.

Huntington Beach 1976 9th grade. My older brother let me drink 2 Old English 800’s. I passed out on my towel. I remember digging a hole to lay my head in to throw up. Best part was the Strips I ate earlier ripped my throat up! To this day, beer is not my alcohol of choice.🤣

I walked home from a party absolutely shit faced ,I could have slept at a friend's whos parents were not home. My parents came home and saw I had thrown up on my bedroom floor. Alcohol puke has tjat distinct smell I've come to learn. My mom was flipping out and I remember hearing my dad telling  her " calm down Sharon, he had a couple beers with his friends "  Best i can recall im guessing i was 15 

I was there on a weekend, grew up in La Mirada. So I either took the OCTD or thumbed it there.

When my brother was in high school, I remember waking up in the middle of the night to him puking VIOLENTLY in the bathroom, and my mom literally rolling around on the floor in the hallway laughing hysterically at his dumb ass. 

First time I got proper drunk was about 2 weeks before my 21st birthday. My roommate was sitting on my back shaking my head back and forth trying to get me to puke. 

21st birthday. Went to a strip club. Everyone kept buying me drink after drink. Threw up all over the strippers back in the middle of a private dance. 

Peach Schnaps.

I was about 15 and nicked this bottle of Peach Schnaps from my oldmans liquor cabinet.

A group us would always sleep on the beach on weekends to get the early morning waves. Fuck knows who's idea it was but we all brought something to drink. I got properly pissed on half the bottle, and in that pissed state I downed the other half. My older brother had to come collect me the next day (Saturday)and drop me at my uncle's house to sober up. 

I got home on Sunday. My oldman knew what went down, he grabbed me by the shoulder, took me to his liquor stash, I get the lecture about, taking whats not mine to take, underage drinking etc etc...he put that lecture to bed by pouring two glasses of whiskey and i had to drink mine up. That made me sick all over again. 

The next time I touched alcohol was about 3 yrs later when I was drafted into the military.

If I smell Peach Schnaps now, I'll get violently ill...

No cool stories. From the beginning I knew how to self medicate.

You guys are lightweights...get some MD2020. You'll wake up in another state. At least I did.

Ever try a few Cisco’s? 

In 8th grade someone's uncle loaned us his ATC 250R and 350X to rip around on. After almost seeing death that day we snuck into the grandparent's liquor cabinet and acquired a bottle of Beefeater Gin. We had no idea what we were doing and mixed it with Mt Dew. Also add that with campfire hot dogs and a trampoline and things went south fast. Everyone puked at some point and the next day was hell. Never touched alcohol again until I was 19-20 years old. I see that liquor and instantly have flashbacks and stomach pains. lol 

What is MD 20 20?

Was 16 in Mexico, and the drinking age is 18+ but no one ever really cares. 

Was with my friends and we walked to the gas station and got a bottle of tequila, went back to the house and I think I saw god that night. Threw up everywhere and was sick for the next 24 hours. I woke up, checked my phone and saw that I texted every girl in my phone lol. I remember I told my dad “I’m never going to drink again” all he did was laugh and say “yea we’ve all said that before” I didn’t get it that the time but now I do😂 

Same 🤣 I remember my friend got so mad at me, said I killed the vibe and “scared the hoes” 

I went to a high school dance and ended up at my friends house drunk and fell out of a tree. How the tree got there, I don’t know. Sick as a dog the next day. 50yrs later and I still can’t stand the smell of Southern Comfort. 

Nasty cheap, wreck you in a bottle

I really can't remember exactly, and it depends if we're looking for drunk or piss drunk. First time I drank was new years eve about 10-12 years old. Hit up mom and dad's liquor cabinet and got pretty tipsy, not wasted but that came a little later and I puked all over the house. I should have quit the shit then at that point and went through life sober. I wasn't a total drunk but could and should have partied a lot less.

Cheap ghetto wine. Mad Dog, Wild Irish Rose, Thunderbird, Cisco, Night Train. Also known as bum wine.

Mogen David was the wine company. 

Hence the MD.

but it's always been referred to as, Mad Dog 20-20.

Never been a wine drinker. But I'd bet its alcohol content is pretty stout.

Shit's been around forever.

Strawberry Hill

That’s where I found my thrill. Lol

Its wine for bums ,the stuff will make you go blind.  It was really big in high school

Boones Farm Strawberry Hill - that good-good. In my younger days, we'd add a good glug of cheap vodka to strengthen it up a bit (a lot) and grill out with friends every Saturday night after work. I had my absolute fill of it 20 years ago. Now its as rare as hens teeth for some reason. I haven't seen it in stores in the last 10-12 years, if I saw it on the shelf today, I'd pick it up just for old times sake. 

I was 15. My nextdoor neighbor friend poured out a bunch of his dad's Vodka into a mason jar and we traded it around in his bedroom before walking around town. I vaguely remember being hassled by some older kids who seemed like they were self-appointed D.A.R.E. people, who were trying to get us to ID. Fuck that. My friend might have kicked their asses or they might have given up; I don't remember. 

I didn't experience the puke factor until later days. I won't bore you guys about any of those times, but I will leave you with a piece of advice I learned on my 21st birthday: Never drink anything that's on fire. 

Some damn good stories in here. 

For me it was 1996 (23 y.o.), and at the time I didn't really drink alcohol whatsoever outside of some silver bullets on Glamis trips. My mom's side of the family were MASSIVE drinkers, so it honestly never appealed to me.   

It was an off weekend from the Nationals and some friends were doing their almost weekly trip to Havasu, so I decided to drive down and hang out for the weekend. Got there Thursday afternoon and for the most part it was a mellow day/night. Just hung out at Kokomo's and maybe had three or four bullets. Friday, pretty much the same, maybe a case of bullets over the course of the day.

So Saturday rolls around and we are at the sandbar doing what you did there (IYKYN) and one friend pulls out two big jars of Shine and started passing out shots. I said fuck it and took the first one. To a hard liqueur virgin like me, it tasted like a volcano was poured down my throat, so I was tapping out at that point. 

Well someone mixed it with some mountain dew and we were off to the races. Everything seemed fine until it wasn't. I never blacked out but I did puke all the way back to the Nautical. Inside the boat, outside the boat, just shit everywhere. 

Didn't drink again for close to 10 years, then went pretty damn hard for about ten years, then just quit one day a handful of years ago. haven't touched it since.

Now if someone has some good cannabis, I'm all in.