I was 14. My parents had left town for the weekend and my older sister stayed with me. We had an agreement...Friday night I stayed at a friend's house so she could be with her boyfriend. Saturday night, she went out and I had friends over. My friend had an older (16 years, whoo-hoo) boyfriend and he had a friend with a fake id. They brought us Absolute vodka that we mixed with orange juice and we did shots of Hot Damn. Good times
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I was 15. I shared a bottle of tequila with my best friend in the back yard at a house where a party was taking place. We both got very, very sick. When the cops showed (didn't they always?) a guy picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and ran down the street with me. I met him again a couple years later and he said, "Aren't you that girl...?" Yeah, I was.
My mom had gone out of town and I had to call her best friend who lived all the way in south austin to drive to Round Rock to come get my drunk ass. I threw up in her car all the way home, and the next day I had to tell my mom about the whole thing.
I think I was a sophomore in college - so 19 or 20 yo. Went to a party, had lots of oj & mandarin absolut...and ended up really drunk. Spent the next morning throwing up and feeling like hell. That was the last time I ever got that drunk, I believe. I learned quickly to pace myself with water.
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High School. I was a freshman and just joined the Drill Team. They had initiation night where they dressed us up like idiots and we had to do whatever they told us. It would NOT fly these days but it was fun. Anyway, the night ended at a party where there was a bathtub full of Jungle Juice. It was really good. I don't remember much else but I do remember the next morning
I think the first time I actually got drunk was my 21 st birthday at a house party(New years eve) and that was with a bottle of Jack and he was not very nice to me. I was usually the DD because I was way too concerned that one of them was going to drive drunk.
I was 18 and a freshmen in college. It was the first time I ever drank. It was those sugary drinks that are awful!!! I got a ride home from a friend and felt horrible the next day.
I think the first time I ever got seriously drunk was when I went to Cancun for spring break with my friend - we were seniors in high school, so 17ish.
I drank before then, but it was usually Zima or wine coolers while hiding in someone's backyard. I think we all just pretended to get drunk...
i was 14 - my best friend (at the time) was home alone (parents oot) so we just had a few of our closest girlfriends over and we drank strawberry boons. looking back the stuff i used to drink in hs was nasty. strawberry boons, mickey's 40's, peach schnaaps. wine coolers. i would never drink any of that stuff now.
The first time I got drunk, I was a freshman in college, living in the dorm. One of my friends had an older brother who bought us a bottle of rum and possibly some other liquor (I don't recall what else, since I only drank rum).
There were 5 or 6 of us (boys and girls), and we ended up playing a game where each person was assigned a word, and any time someone said the word, that person had to drink. Oddly enough, my assigned "word" was Jack Kerouac. I didn't pick it, but evidently it was fun for my friends to say when drinking. We all had a plan to go play miniature golf, but my roommate decided she'd rather lay down in the hallway and cry. (Probably for the best, as none of us were sober enough to drive.)
Towards the end of the evening, a couple of the guys were pouring half-full glasses of straight rum and joking around that it was water. In my drunk mind, I decided to prove to them that it was actually rum, and I drank one down like a shot. I then proceeded to paint the walls, floor and toilet in the bathroom with puke before passing out in bed.
High school. I was 16, and I had two guy friends who I hung out with a lot that were 18 and 19 respectively. Legal drinking age in Canada is 19, so the one friend was able to buy us liquor. Sambuca was his fave, so on Friday nights, we'd all three treck down to the liquor store, he'd get his Sambuca and get Vodka and kahlua for me, and we'd all go back to my apartment and drink and listen to music. Good times.
I was 20 and at a party. I was drinking something horrible...vanilla Dr. Pepper with Vanilla Vodka. Still can't drink anything artificially vanilla flavored. I was sick as a dog the next day.
This is not this 1st time I got drunk, but this possibly is the worst hangover to date. It was July 3rd and I wanted to attend a Fourth of July party the next day, but my Mom insisted that the holiday was for family and I HAD to go to the lakehouse with all of them. She did let me stay in town the day before so I could hang out with my friends. By the time I went over to their apartment my BFF told me she already had 5 shots of tequila and I needed to catch up. Of course, I proceeded to take the five shots and then my friend informed me that I was using the wrong side of the shot glass and I was taking double shots (darn double sided shot glasses). All the shots were taken within 45 min- 1 hr. I don't remember much after that. I didn't go home that night so needless to say my parents were worried. I woke up on the other side of town (my other friends apt) in a surf bag with puke on my shirt and in my hair. My friend drove me home and my parents were waiting on the porch. My punishment was the same day. My Dad decided to go do some work at their other house (no electricty...they buy houses and fix them up and sell) and take me to do manual labor. Well, I didn't have to do anything b/c I couldn't stop puking up the blue koolaid I drank earlier that morning. The worst part is I kept telling my Dad that I have been drunk before and this time there is something wrong and that I needed to go to the hospital and he just kept laughing. And to this day, every time I drink they always bring it up and mock me for not being able to handle a hangover.
The first time I *thought* I got drunk I was 14 and on a family beach trip. The over 21 yr old cousins were giving me and my 15 year old cousin maragitas and bullfrogs(lemonade and vodka) but there really wasn't much alcohol in them and we were just laughing and giggling b/c we thought we had gotten away with something basically in front of them. The joke was on us though....my guess was the parents were in on it too
The first time I really got drunk was prom....it wasn't pretty either.
I was 14. I had stayed out after my curfew already and then got invited to a party with some popular peeps. I was not popular. I tried to hide my insecurity by going shot for shot with one of the hottie tottie girl seniors. Plastic bottle vodka. I kept up and my date (a senior...) took me home around 1am. My parents didn't get out of bed. I thought I'd gotten away with murder. Around 4am, I woke up really sick but didn't want to go to the bathroom because it backed up to my parents bedroom and I knew they'd hear me puking. I decided to throw up on my linoleum tiled floor and threw a shirt over it and shoved it under my bed *GAG*. My father woke me up at 6 or 7 am with a smile on his face and simply said "Breakfast is ready!". Yeah.Um... Pancakes, bacon, OJ and Cheerios. Then he told me to go mow the lawn. They pretended not to notice me throwing up every 2-3 rows. I came back inside around 9am. My dad handed me a glass of water and told me to go to bed.
We never spoke of it but the message was clear. If you drink, you will suffer. I decided NOT to suffer again throughout most of high school, although college was a different story. I have entirely too many "I was so drunk ___" stories from college. And much of my young adulthood too
The first time I got really drunk was when I was a senior in HS. I went with my BFF to the Greek Festival in Houston. She was Greek and her parents took us and then we parted ways once we were there. We had stolen some ouzo from their liquor cabinet (ah, remember the days of the "little black backpack" for a purse?). If you've never had it, ouzo is this insanely strong liquor made from anise seed (tastes like licorice on fire). Earlier that day, she had invited a few guys from HS to meet us there, so they showed up with their own booze and we had an awesome night. We got totally bombed and then danced the night away. I don't remember much except for kissing a guy that I liked and I ended up with his cinnamon-flavored gum. Say it with me: EWWW!
My friend and I still laugh about that night because it was the epitome of awesomeness in our 17 year old minds. We thought it was legendary to the point that we would call each other in college when we'd been drinking to talk about our epic Greek Festival night. "Hey, do you remember that time we went to the Greek Festival?...". "OH MY GOD, best night ever."
My 21st birthday. My college friends took me to a party at the Catholic Student Union. The only thing I remember after that is my best friend telling me over and over again that the walls were my friends.
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I was 14. My parents had left town for the weekend and my older sister stayed with me. We had an agreement...Friday night I stayed at a friend's house so she could be with her boyfriend. Saturday night, she went out and I had friends over. My friend had an older (16 years, whoo-hoo) boyfriend and he had a friend with a fake id. They brought us Absolute vodka that we mixed with orange juice and we did shots of Hot Damn. Good times
I was 15. I shared a bottle of tequila with my best friend in the back yard at a house where a party was taking place. We both got very, very sick. When the cops showed (didn't they always?) a guy picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and ran down the street with me. I met him again a couple years later and he said, "Aren't you that girl...?" Yeah, I was.
My mom had gone out of town and I had to call her best friend who lived all the way in south austin to drive to Round Rock to come get my drunk ass. I threw up in her car all the way home, and the next day I had to tell my mom about the whole thing.
Good times.
I think I was a sophomore in college - so 19 or 20 yo. Went to a party, had lots of oj & mandarin absolut...and ended up really drunk. Spent the next morning throwing up and feeling like hell. That was the last time I ever got that drunk, I believe. I learned quickly to pace myself with water.
High School. I was a freshman and just joined the Drill Team. They had initiation night where they dressed us up like idiots and we had to do whatever they told us. It would NOT fly these days but it was fun. Anyway, the night ended at a party where there was a bathtub full of Jungle Juice. It was really good. I don't remember much else
but I do remember the next morning 
Wow! You made it through HS without getting drunk? I am impressed!
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I think the first time I ever got seriously drunk was when I went to Cancun for spring break with my friend - we were seniors in high school, so 17ish.
I drank before then, but it was usually Zima or wine coolers while hiding in someone's backyard. I think we all just pretended to get drunk...
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The first time I got drunk, I was a freshman in college, living in the dorm. One of my friends had an older brother who bought us a bottle of rum and possibly some other liquor (I don't recall what else, since I only drank rum).
There were 5 or 6 of us (boys and girls), and we ended up playing a game where each person was assigned a word, and any time someone said the word, that person had to drink. Oddly enough, my assigned "word" was Jack Kerouac. I didn't pick it, but evidently it was fun for my friends to say when drinking. We all had a plan to go play miniature golf, but my roommate decided she'd rather lay down in the hallway and cry. (Probably for the best, as none of us were sober enough to drive.)
Towards the end of the evening, a couple of the guys were pouring half-full glasses of straight rum and joking around that it was water. In my drunk mind, I decided to prove to them that it was actually rum, and I drank one down like a shot. I then proceeded to paint the walls, floor and toilet in the bathroom with puke before passing out in bed.
Ahhh, good times.
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I seriously just spit my drink out laughing so hard. Oh the college days...
This is not this 1st time I got drunk, but this possibly is the worst hangover to date. It was July 3rd and I wanted to attend a Fourth of July party the next day, but my Mom insisted that the holiday was for family and I HAD to go to the lakehouse with all of them. She did let me stay in town the day before so I could hang out with my friends. By the time I went over to their apartment my BFF told me she already had 5 shots of tequila and I needed to catch up. Of course, I proceeded to take the five shots and then my friend informed me that I was using the wrong side of the shot glass and I was taking double shots (darn double sided shot glasses). All the shots were taken within 45 min- 1 hr. I don't remember much after that. I didn't go home that night so needless to say my parents were worried. I woke up on the other side of town (my other friends apt) in a surf bag with puke on my shirt and in my hair. My friend drove me home and my parents were waiting on the porch. My punishment was the same day. My Dad decided to go do some work at their other house (no electricty...they buy houses and fix them up and sell) and take me to do manual labor. Well, I didn't have to do anything b/c I couldn't stop puking up the blue koolaid I drank earlier that morning. The worst part is I kept telling my Dad that I have been drunk before and this time there is something wrong and that I needed to go to the hospital and he just kept laughing. And to this day, every time I drink they always bring it up and mock me for not being able to handle a hangover.
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The first time I *thought* I got drunk I was 14 and on a family beach trip. The over 21 yr old cousins were giving me and my 15 year old cousin maragitas and bullfrogs(lemonade and vodka) but there really wasn't much alcohol in them and we were just laughing and giggling b/c we thought we had gotten away with something basically in front of them. The joke was on us though....my guess was the parents were in on it too
The first time I really got drunk was prom....it wasn't pretty either.
I was 14. I had stayed out after my curfew already and then got invited to a party with some popular peeps. I was not popular. I tried to hide my insecurity by going shot for shot with one of the hottie tottie girl seniors. Plastic bottle vodka. I kept up and my date (a senior...) took me home around 1am. My parents didn't get out of bed. I thought I'd gotten away with murder. Around 4am, I woke up really sick but didn't want to go to the bathroom because it backed up to my parents bedroom and I knew they'd hear me puking. I decided to throw up on my linoleum tiled floor and threw a shirt over it and shoved it under my bed *GAG*. My father woke me up at 6 or 7 am with a smile on his face and simply said "Breakfast is ready!". Yeah.Um... Pancakes, bacon, OJ and Cheerios. Then he told me to go mow the lawn. They pretended not to notice me throwing up every 2-3 rows. I came back inside around 9am. My dad handed me a glass of water and told me to go to bed.
We never spoke of it but the message was clear. If you drink, you will suffer. I decided NOT to suffer again throughout most of high school, although college was a different story. I have entirely too many "I was so drunk ___" stories from college. And much of my young adulthood too
The first time I got really drunk was when I was a senior in HS. I went with my BFF to the Greek Festival in Houston. She was Greek and her parents took us and then we parted ways once we were there. We had stolen some ouzo from their liquor cabinet (ah, remember the days of the "little black backpack" for a purse?). If you've never had it, ouzo is this insanely strong liquor made from anise seed (tastes like licorice on fire). Earlier that day, she had invited a few guys from HS to meet us there, so they showed up with their own booze and we had an awesome night. We got totally bombed and then danced the night away. I don't remember much except for kissing a guy that I liked and I ended up with his cinnamon-flavored gum. Say it with me: EWWW!
My friend and I still laugh about that night because it was the epitome of awesomeness in our 17 year old minds. We thought it was legendary to the point that we would call each other in college when we'd been drinking to talk about our epic Greek Festival night. "Hey, do you remember that time we went to the Greek Festival?...". "OH MY GOD, best night ever."