First Experience With Alcohol?

First official experience with alcohol was when I was 15 at friends birthday party. She thought it would be a good idea to steal her parents' vodka and after a single mixed drink I was completely done. I puked all over their lawn and had to explain to her parents, and mine as well. Needless to say, I grounded for a few weeks and did not drink for a long time after that.

Other than a few sips of drinks at home with the folks or family functions my first official taste was in my last year of high school when I was 17. I went to a party with my boyfriend at the time. He ignored me all night, so I of course got stuck into the beers. So I ended up vomiting a couple of times. He took me home and had to stop several times so I could spew some more. Then, he broke up with me because he said I was embarrassing him in front of his mates?!

I was 15. It was during summer break. I snuck into my mom's booze cupboard and got into the Russian label(back then it was a red label with Russian writing on it, now it's grey) vodka. That was awesome, and I didn't even get drunk on it. I used to drink it at the computer while I was on various websites and forums. I didn't care. I didn't think I would ever get caught. Eventually I got caught and my mom had a lock installed on her booze cupboard, thus ending my vodka adventures.

Don't remember. That's how good (or bad) it was.

It was horrible.

15 (or 16) and I was at the town fair. A friend I had recently met somehow had beer at his place, so we went back there with a couple other friends. Between the four of us drank like 12 beers. I was already drunnnnnk tho because it was my first time.

We heard his Dad coming home - so we were *kitten* our pants thinking OMG busted. aka how most parents would react. Unbeknownst to us, his dad was crazy tho, so he was happy to see us and plopped down a fresh case of beer.

That's the point my memories end, until I woke up the next morning in my own puke. Had to take brothers to fair that morning too. Was a SUPER fun day on the rides...

I actually couldn't physically take even a sip of alcohol until months (a year+?) later. Instant gag.

A few sips here and there. First real drinking experience was when I was 19 at my boyfriends graduation party. My parents were in the other room which made it that much more "dangerous". We did tequila shots, lots of tequila shots. Baaaaaaad idea. By the end of the night we were all very, very, very sick. To this day tequila makes me a little queasy. I still tease my now husband about his dancing to Brass Monkey that night.

I was a Marine when I had my first beer. About 18. Never did care for beer much. Discovered Whisky and Sake when I was stationed in Okinawa. Much more to my liking. But my first bad experience was with Bloody Marys. They were free at the NCO Club in Okinawa from 11am until Noon. I went there with the sole purpose of slamming as many as possible. I drank 12 before noon and then, so as not to look like a cheapskate, I ordered one more and paid for it. It was 1974, I think they were 75 cents. Needless to say I was messed up by Noon. There were 5 of us.

We grabbed a cab from the NCO club and headed for the PX. I blacked out. When I came to, I was sitting in a Barber's chair at the PX, getting my hair cut. I pushed the Barber away and went looking for my fellow Marines. I staggered through the PX and, eventually, found them.

We grabbed a Taxi to go back to the Barracks. As we were driving, I realized I was going to be sick. My fellow Marines stopped the Taxi, opened the door, pushed me out, and drove off. It was now about 2pm on a Saturday afternoon. They had pushed me out in the middle of Officer's Family Housing at a park, which was filled with kids. I threw up in a Sandbox several times and then attempted to walk several miles, hammered, to the Barracks.

Somehow, I made it back and went straight to the Head. I know had to throw up AND I had the shlts. So, I sat on the toilet, with my head resting on the toilet roll and did both. For about 3 hours; in and out of consciousness.

When I finally, came to. It was about 6pm. I stuck my head under a shower head and rinsed off and then when looking for my buddies. They were all in one Marine's cubicle playing a board game called Risk. They looked up at me and said, "Val, go get cleaned up. We're going out to town for dinner and drinks."

So, I did.

My dad used to let me have sips of his beer when I was a toddler, probably 3 or 4. Great parenting right there.

17, first time in a bar (drinking age way back then was 18), drank way too much, felt sick, never made it to the bathroom, mortified. A lot of alcohol under my belt since then but I never got sick from drinking again.

I'm a wee bit Irish, so Hot Toddy's were standard treatment for the flu in my house.