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In high school, I wasn’t really a party girl. I’ve always been introverted, so even when I went out with friends, that just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t have a drink until I was 21, not really seeing the point. I still don’t drink, as a rule – maybe once a year, tops. Maybe not even that. I’ve got nothing against it, it’s just not my thing.
One evening, when I was 21, I was sitting in my dorm room and suddenly, out of the blue, I thought, “eh, what the hell.” So I called some friends and said, “you know, I think I want to go have a drink.” Seeing the possibilities, they all, to a person, said, “Wait, really? Are you serious? OH MY GOD I’LL BE RIGHT THERE!”
So they took me out to a bar, and because I had no experience with liquor, they were able to ply me with pretty strong drinks and tell me they were really very low-alcohol. I really don’t like the taste of booze, so I didn’t get as blitzed as I could have. Man, that Long Island Iced Tea tasted like battery acid! To this day, I go for the girly drinks on those rare occasions when I do have a bit.
Turns out I’m a happy, huggy, peppy drunk! I love everyone! And when the end of the night was rolling around, I said, “now, am I really okay?” “Suuuure,” they said. “Great! I’ll just walk on home.” And I stood up and swayed.
And that’s when they started laughing hysterically, and I knew my friends had been using me for their own twisted amusement. Eh, I can’t blame them. It was college, and it was cheap entertainment.
And that’s the story of my first drink.
Do you have any alcohol-related stories to share?