The First Time You Got Drunk

I ask you: Tell us about the first time you got drunk!

PS: I have high hopes for you, Freddy

First time I really got hammered with other people, I was 14 - we were on holiday in Korfu (an island belonging to Greece). Now, I was very developed considering my age - I was lean and muscular, and had an extremely deep voice (still have) - I was also able to grow real, manly facial hair, so I had no problem when hitting the bars. I met some fellow danes, and we partied throughout the night. I remember at one point, we were scraping all our loose change together to buy as many tequila shots as possible. Now, I had never in my life had tequila, nor had I much experience with any hard alcohol what-so-ever. I hadn't told my new friends my real age, so they figured I knew all the standard ways of drinking - So I was given the shot with some lemon and salt, and this REALLY hot girl exposed her very hot cleavage for me to deal with. Now, I thought "GREAT, LET'S DO THIS" - problem was, I had never taken a tequila shot before, and thus came to the conclusion that I was supposed to mix in the lemon juice and salt - so I did that, and stirred it around with my finger - my new friends just stared at me in disbelief - realizing that I made a mistake, I just told them that that was the way I liked my tequila! I ended up taking 5 of those bastards that evening, all with the juice and salt mixed in. Next thing I remember is me trying to enter our bungalow. I remember falling awkwardly into my bed from a window (drunk people+keys= impossible mission), and waking up with quite a large hangover, and a mother that teased me all day long xD

The first time I got drunk was in 1978. I was 9 or 10 years old (depending on what part of the summer it was). It was my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary party/picnic. A half-barrel of beer was kept in the back of my uncle's unsupervised pick-up truck. My cousins and I kept kept sneaking into the back of it and drinking the beer straight from the tap. Although I didn't get sick from it that night,I did have a tremendous hangover the next day. So much so that I missed bible school. My mom was so embarrassed about that and it still comes up in converstion from time to time.

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I have high hopes for you, Freddy

I was about sixteen... and one of my friends managed to con someone into buying us a couple of cases of Old Milwaukee for what we hoped would be a "major ragin" party. We went out into the woods with a bunch of people, I drank a mess of beer, and on the way home I leaned out of the car window and barfed all over the side of my friend's '72 Chevelle. He still hasn't forgiven me for that.

Maybe it's not the most exciting saga but it's the truth.

1984 at a high school football game, a friend asked me and a friend to hold his super big gulp that was filled with rum and coke while he went to hit on a girl. It was gone by the time he got back back..... more of a good buzz than totally drunk. In retrospect, drinking at a high school football game on school property was not the smartest thing. I'm just lucky I didn't get caught by the school!

I was 14, and I looked like I was going on 10. My friend, Corey and I went to my older brother's apartment, mainly because hot babes would be there.

They had beer and I probably would not have drank a beer, but this hot babe, who I thought was hitting on me and I thought I would have a shot, so I tired my first beer ( I thought it tasted like sh!t!) to get my courage up and kept drinking beer to try to impress the young lass.

Needless to say she was not impressed, especially when it took maybe 4 beers ( that is big maybe!!) to get half twisted and ended the night by hurling in the drive away.

Freshman year of high school. I was around 14, maybe 15? Drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle, washing it down with swigs from a can of Coke with a group of about 8 or 9 other people. Got pretty wasted, but I don't think I threw up. Or maybe I did.

I recall walking into a Roy Rogers that night to get food and at some point, later, running away from cops. Other than that it was pretty uneventful.

My grandfather used to let me sip his beer when I was a kid, but didn't think much of it. It was PBR too, Freddy.

It was in 1999, some weeks before my 14th Birthday, i was on a short vacation with my parents in Italy.
We were at a restaurant with some sort of market next to it. So my parents went there taking a look, leaving me alone with a whole lot of red wine and Grappa (lemon flavoured Grappa that actually tastes really good).
So i exploited the situation. When my parents came back, they looked at the empty glasses and me happily smiling. They just started to laugh and said i will regret it tomorrow....i did, not only because of the hangover but also because we were going on a boat trip and they teased me the whole time.

I was a bit of a straight-edge dude so I always pulled sober driver/make sure no one dies at this party duty. But one night after the athletic awards banquet of my Junior year of high school a group of us went out into my friend Kevin's field next to his house. I used to get so PO'd about those banquets because the guy I considered my rival would always politically be given every soccer award no matter the stats. It was ridiculous. Anyway that night I decided screw it I'm getting hammered. Jack straight from the bottle sharing with my buddy Mark (who was about 6'2 and a good solid 280). Also partaking was our other friend Sam who had a mild form of MS that he took medication for. He claimed he was off it so it was okay for him to drink. Big mistake. After getting nice and toasted (and filled with comradery) Sam starts violently getting sick and HALLUCINATING. All I remember thinking was I get drunk one time and it turns into a nightmare after-school special. The whole scene scared me clean sober when Sam started shivering and convulsing on top of the endless puking. Kevin and I ran to the house to get blankets and in his basement we hear Mark screaming at the top of his lungs for us. We run out there and what we saw about stopped my heart. Sam slumped over on the ground and Mark about 20 feet away lit up white as a ghost. We run to Sam who thankfully wasn't what we thought. He was still babbling incoherently. Turning to Mark we were "what the hell?" And Mark in all seriousness tells us - "He started saying the devil was coming for him... then he said the devil was coming for me!" Off our bewildered looks he added "you stand in a darkened field in the middle of the night and have someone say that too you". Probably had to know Mark to appreciate this story, but I never drank again until the prom the next year.

At 16 with Bartles and Jaymes. I drank about 6 in an hour and my cousin and I threw dirt clods at passing cars. Pretty exciting.

I think the first time I got drunk was around age 13, on really cheap wine. I ended up throwing up and it ran under the wood box by the fireplace, that was fun to clean up the next day...

I was 18 and just graduated High School and one of Erik's older friends bought us some beer and Strawberry Hill Boone Farms wine (I wasn't a beer fan). I drank almost a whole bottle and spent the rest of the night giddy and singing Skid Row songs. Next morning I had the headache of all headaches and to make matters worse, I had to work that day (I was a cashier at Tom Thumb). I barely made it through work before a sympathetic manager let me go home early. I only got drunk a few times ever since and won't ever again because last time I was drunk (my cousin's wedding) I got extremely depressed and don't want to ever feel like that again.

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Now, I was very developed considering my age

That's what she said.

Freshman year in college.

My roommate turned out to be a major party animal and he convinced me to walk to the nearest 7-11 to see if we could buy any alcohol. He didn't like beer so he convinced me that we should get a bottle of Annie Green Springs Lemon Wine. Yeah, you read that right, "lemon wine".

It tasted as awful as it sounds. We drank about half the bottle walking back to the dorm (it was maybe a half mile hike). Then he dared me to lie down in the middle of the highway right on the double yellow line and I did. Fortunately, at this time of night, the road wasn't heavily travelled so I survived. I also got sick as a dog a few hours later.

Just the first of many stories I could tell from that part of my life where "Toho cheated death". (There's one involving dropping acid in a mountain cabin that actually scared my a$$ so much I got "responsible" - and boring).

when I was 8 or 9 my sisters used to give me a sip of wine here and there and then make me stand on my head to let the blood rush to my head. I never got drunk per se but it was interesting anyway. When I was 12 I met a kid who was a major rock and roll freak, he had stuff I never heard of like Scorpions, Triumph, and Judas Priest. I went to his house and we drank a couple generic beers (the cans were white with the word "Beer" on it and that was it). In the weeks to come we would raid his mom's liquor cabinet and soon after was the first time I smoked weed as well.

I was never really much of a drinker.... but in the late 90's I remember drinking half of a bottle of whiskey (not sure which brand) but anyways, I got really sick and had a hard time trying to sleep it off. The second time, I went down to Mexico wih some friends from work and had some very strong "Long Island Iced Teas". Puked on the street outside of the club and also at the house I crashed at when we got back across the border. It was the worst...

One of the things I learned during my college years had nothing to do with books.

I learned my tolerances and what types of alcohol I could mix and match and what ones I couldn't. But those were probably harder lessons to learn than any of the pre-med tests I took during my first 2 years. Much more puking and passing out involved in Alcohol 101 than Human Anatomy.

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Just the first of many stories I could tell from that part of my life where "Toho cheated death". (There's one involving dropping acid in a mountain cabin that actually scared my a$$ so much I got "responsible" - and boring).

Tell us.

never been drunk

exact33 wrote:

never been drunk

Good reason to post in a "First Time You Got Drunk" thread...

Fat Freddy wrote:

exact33 wrote:

never been drunk

Good reason to post in a "First Time You Got Drunk" thread...

yep. i was amused reading some of the tales. My roommate in college got so drunk he was crawling on the floor looking for his momma one night and ended up in the lounge under the table.

Never. I don't drink.

[quote="Metal Misfit"]Never. I don't drink.[/quote

see FF - he did it too!!!!

I dont remember how Old I was probably in my 20s, I was at a my housewarming party with my roomies. Kinda bummed as nobody I had invited showed. So I was drinking malibus and coke on an empty stomach, I was gonna drink one or two then head out. Needless to say I got a bit lightheaded next thing i know im doing shots with my best friend craving a big mac and being pissed cuz nobody got one for me even though there was a McD's run.

I passed out at one point. two roomies helped me to my room, Woke up felt fine.