So it was like your first birthday? lol Mine was at a buddy's house in Wyoming... It was also the first night that I met Captain Morgan. I kissed the porcelain a multitude of times that night. Ironically the pictures from my camera that I was going to use to remind me of what happened were as blurry as my memory.
On my birthday, my sister and my Aunt (she's only a couple years older than my sister and I) decided to get me good and drunk. My grandparents had a camper and kept it parked behind the house, and the kids used to stay in there when I was young. We were in there and played the card game @22h0l3 all night long. At the time I was probably 100lbs soaking wet, and about 6 beers later, the night came to an abrupt stop for the birthday boy. :D
Me and a friend snagged some cold ones out of his grandparents fridge one night in middle school. We each drank 1 and thought they were terrible.
buddies camp - stole a few from his dad's beer fridge and took them out on the lake in the canoe...both cracked an Old Mil Red...one sip - said this taste like chit - poured rest in lake and returned the other unopened ones back to the fridge...I think the first time beer really tasted good was draft beer...now as long as it's cold I like it...
Back yard camp out with a bud, we were 12-13 and I had one heck of a beer can collection, some were full :D We decided to drink one, a STROLS and it was HOT talk about nasty, but the coolnesness was out the roof :D
Mine was at a college party. My older sister and her boyfriend went to a party and I nagged until they drug me along. My first taste of alchol was a shot of Wild Turkey followed by several Natty Ice. We spent the night listening to Sublime while playing darts and at some point somebody had offered me some drugs and my sis's boyfriend and his brother threw the guy down a flight of stairs and I spent the rest of the night passed out hugging the porcelain. It took another 4 or 5 years until I ever drank again after that.
Chalk another one up for cow pasture !! LOL My cousin and I were shooting gophers in dad's cow pasture in the morning. We got to the north end about a mile from the house and he pulls out a six pack of Schimdt Big Mouth. It was warm and horrid tasting. We decide to go for a road trip to a small lake so Dad wouldn't catch us. We were just finishing it off when we got to the lake. The plan was to do some fishing. There was a party going on. It was my first Kegger Party. I remember Ray getting bombed and falling backwards into the trunk of the car that the kegger was in. The cold keg beer tasted much better then the warm Schimdt !!!!! We decided to head back for some late goper hunting that afternoon. Ray was too drunk to drive and I was almost as bad. We made it about a mile from the lake on a prarrie road and I pull over and crashed for an hour. Ray was passed out. We get back to the pasture. Dad comes riding up on his horse with my sister on another one. I am trying to get Ray a wake enough to not look Bombed. It wasn't working !! Dad ask Ray how it was going. Ray was in a giggling mood and I thought we were dead. We managed to pull it off. Dad finally left. We killed a few gophers after that. Well I should say I did. Ray couldn't focus and was just scaring them. The next day was nasty. It was horribly hot and I was driving tractor. I was planting trees for the Soil Conversation. Thought I was going to die. The two ladies that I was working with gave me a bad time and laughed at me all day. The boss came out to check on us and said I looked like death rolled over. He laughed his arse off. He knew what was going on. I was 15. I vowed never to drink beer ever again. That vow didn't last very long. Tim
Me, my sister, and her best friend were home alone for the night. My sister and her friend had beer, and they knew that I had never drank before. So to "bribe" me into drinking beer, her friend made a deal with me that for every beer I drank, she would remove an article of clothing. I don't think I've ever downed a 6-pack so quickly. But unfortunately since it was also my first 6-pack, I was passed out within 5 minutes of finishing the last beer.
As for myself I was quite young. I remember It was with my dad at our house In the back yard, don't remember the exact details though.
Yes it was, mom just sent over pictures to share. Not sure if I drank the Budweiser while smashing my cake first or if the High Life at the cooler was my first score.
Well as long as we're not disclosing age :p it was at my house when my brothers were having a party. Me and a buddy found the keg periodically . I remember sitting in a chair with nachos and cheese dripping down my face singing (spitting) John Denver ... "take me hooooooome country road..........." over and over. I was ... well the laugh of the party to say the least. And yes it ended in classic form with the nachos ending up in the turlet.
I couldn't tell you my first beer. I'm sure I had sips here and there as a youngster. I can tell you that my first full alcohol beverage was with my parents at a young age. And the statement went something like this: "Son, you're going to drink a lot throughout your life and that's why I'm going to show you how to drink." 10 seconds later I was introduced to my first shot of vodka. I've always respected the power of alcohol because the old man and his ways. Thanks dad.
Dude that is classic you sure your not from Wi. I was in 3rd grade and my aunts and uncles were drinking Mad Dog 20/20 mixed with Kool aid and of course I was grabbing what I thought was just Kool Aid. I still remember being on the top bunk of the beds and everything spinning. Side note mom had me when she was 17 so my relatives were pretty young and my parents divorced when I was in 1st grade.
