Yukon Jack at 14.
Fucking disgusting.
My cousins and I made some drink one year at a New Years party when we found ourselves alone in the kitchen. I don’t remember the booze, but we mixed it with juicy juice. I was 12. I sipped the cup being passed around us 6-7 cousins, but none of us drank enough for effect.
Two years later it was yukon jack with friends. I remember falling asleep in the park.
The first time I got “wasted” I was 17. I don’t fucking remember what we were drinking. I do remember I party fouled the bowl of weed being passed around though lol
MGD (Miller genuine draft) when I was Six.
Dad puts water down and I’m always allowed to drink from it, he always had super chilled water with ice. It always tasted good.
He put this thing down, it was ice cold so I took my normal two gulps. He comes back from the bathroom and yells at my older brother asking if he took a drink of his beer. “No, I hate the taste of beer”
Looks down at me with a giant ass grin on my face.
First I remember is a shot of gin. Fiery Christmas water.
Wine. Red wine.
I was still a little kid and tasted it from my granddad’s glass, just a sip. I begged to be allowed to taste it, as I wanted to do like all the grown ups were doing. I hated the taste. That changed as I grew older.
Nowadays, approx the same age my granddad was back then, I don’t drink wine anymore but I certainly don’t hate the taste ;)
Leftover warm Heineken at the bottom of a bottle. After a dinner party thrown by my parents. Snuck a little swig while the grownups were outside saying goodbye. I must have been 9 or 10-yo. Tasted like snakebite. Just awful.
Didn’t go near beer till midway through college.
Whatever the drunk RVers left for us in their coolers.
Sparkling wine.
When I was like 4 or 5, I remember vividly that we would go visit my aunt and uncle. My father and my uncle would drink ouzo out of these fancy glasses with silver around the rim. Seeing a clear liquid, and being very thirsty from running around the yard, I went to one of the glasses for some water. I don’t remember exactly if the adults encouraged me or tried to stop me, but I remember thinking that those glasses made water taste really bad. I still have a visceral reaction to silver-rimmed drinkware to this day.
In high school, we drank beer, sometimes wine, and vodka or rum if we could get it.
Strawberry wine cooler from my aunt’s refrigerator.
Vodka straight, can’t even smell the stuff anymore.
Don’t remember the very first. However, I got totally drunk from draft beer at a campground clambake. My mother and a camp worker had to load me into a golf cart to get me back to our site. I was about 15-16 y/o.
Grandad let me have a taste of whiskey when I was a kitten, maybe five or six. I didn’t like it.
Mom took me on a vacation to NYC a few months after my 21st birthday. Had a rum&coke during an off-Broadway showing of Spamalot. It was acceptable.
I had a sip of beer or wine here or there as a kid, but my first “real” drink was shitty vodka mixed with grape juice. Tasted like cough syrup. I was 18, very depressed, hanging out with friends, and up to make poor decisions.
Later that night I had one mouthful of “Natural Ice” and poured the rest down the sink at some house party we managed to wander into. Don’t know how something can taste like skunk and watered down piss at once, but they made it happen.
Shocked I drank much at all after that mess of a night. Now I know that I have a recessive genetic liver condition, so no more booze for me, outside of small sips of whatever new craft beer the wife has found.
Sip of beer, mostly foam, almost certainly a yuengling or Budweiser.
Also would occasionally have a small glass of wine or champagne for holiday dinners and such.
Liquor was a shot of some kind of fruity vodka, chased with some Gatorade. I was about 18 or 19, didn’t really drink but my girlfriend did, and she wanted to have a drink with me so I obliged. Only time I drank with her.
Couple years later I was still living at home, I was about 19 or 20, parents were out of town and I was looking to make dinner. Found a recipe that sounded good that called for some beer, texted my parents I was gonna use a beer for cooking and got the ok. Used about half the beer, drank the other half. I believe it was a yuengling Oktoberfest.
First proper time drinking was about 2 weeks before I turned 21. I stayed on with my old scout troop as a leader, and we were going to be away on a week long canoe trip over my birthday. I was at a friend’s shore house hanging out for a few days, and since a couple of us were 21, we grabbed a case of beer, I believe corona and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black. We didn’t go hard, we sat on the deck, smoked some cigars, had some scotch and a couple beers, but mostly we just hung out, went to the beach, and played D&D.
After I got back from my trip, for my first legal drink I went out with some coworkers after work. Had a few Yuenglings and a shot of Jack. Had a nice buzz going so I walked home. Had the hiccups most of the way.
Sake. I chugged it like a shot.
