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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?
Hmm…there’s more. I nearly forgot about my 21st Birthday. (Well, after the night I had, you would too.)
I made Wapatula – think fruit marinated in any clear alcohol you can get your hands on. I marinated it for 3 days before the party. It was so good. You seriously couldn’t taste the alcohol in it because it had soaked so well into the fruit. And of course, it doesn’t hit you right away either because you need to digest the fruit first. So my friends and I all have a few cups of the fruit and drink off the juice before hitting the bars that night. I was living in Burlington VT that summer. It was great. We were within walking distance of the bar scene. Good thing too. I do remember going off to on bar by myself to have my trademark drink – Jagermeister, Rum & Coke (I call it a Yogi – hey booboo!) and served by a very nice Irish bartender too. Anyway, I came back to meet up with my friends next door (they were underage and couldn’t get into the bar I wanted to go to so I went alone) and when I went to sit down I completely missed the chair. By several feet. Um yeah. That was their cue to bring me home. But the fun part was at every crosswalk, they got all the people in their cars who were stopped to sing me Happy Birthday. And when I got home, I did of course get very sick, and the next morning was very rough. Oy vey.
Oh, and my favorite thing I’ve said while drunk “Jaime, toilet water stinks.” Jaime was my best college friend.
Hmm…there’s more. I nearly forgot about my 21st Birthday. (Well, after the night I had, you would too.)
I made Wapatula – think fruit marinated in any clear alcohol you can get your hands on. I marinated it for 3 days before the party. It was so good. You seriously couldn’t taste the alcohol in it because it had soaked so well into the fruit. And of course, it doesn’t hit you right away either because you need to digest the fruit first. So my friends and I all have a few cups of the fruit and drink off the juice before hitting the bars that night. I was living in Burlington VT that summer. It was great. We were within walking distance of the bar scene. Good thing too. I do remember going off to on bar by myself to have my trademark drink – Jagermeister, Rum & Coke (I call it a Yogi – hey booboo!) and served by a very nice Irish bartender too. Anyway, I came back to meet up with my friends next door (they were underage and couldn’t get into the bar I wanted to go to so I went alone) and when I went to sit down I completely missed the chair. By several feet. Um yeah. That was their cue to bring me home. But the fun part was at every crosswalk, they got all the people in their cars who were stopped to sing me Happy Birthday. And when I got home, I did of course get very sick, and the next morning was very rough. Oy vey.
Oh, and my favorite thing I’ve said while drunk “Jaime, toilet water stinks.” Jaime was my best college friend.
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So did I win this contest?