OT; Your first Beer! Lets hear about it........
T-Minus 3 hours to the weekend. Lets hear some great first beer stories. Was it with your old man or buddies? What was the occasion? My first cold one was with my grandpa up north when i was 16. I will never forget that day and will always cherish that my first beer was with such an awesome man. Only 36 days. Go Blue!
My first beer was right after freshmen year of college, about a month before my 20th birthday. Went to Canada, bought beer at the duty free store and started drinking in the hotel room. I really liked it from the get go, and has been "...the cause of and solution to all of [my] life's problems." (-Homer J. Simpson)
First mixed drink; in 6th grade...on accident. My parents always went on a casino trip up north over MLK weekend, and they would get home late Monday night. Well the next morning I woke up for school and there was orange juice in the fridge, so I had a glass. It tasted a little funny, didn't think much about it. My little sister, who was only 7 comes racing down the stairs screaming "You're not supposed to drink that!" I thought, "Whatever" and went to school. That night I had a basketball game, and as luck would have it (not really, I was quite terrible), I airballed a freethrow. All the parents started laughing really hard, and I felt terrible. Well, it turns out that when I missed, my mom thinking she wasn't talking so loudly says "I guess that happens when you feed your 12 year old son screwdrivers for breakfast." Good times...
Home alone. Thought what the hell.
Only had one. Then tried a Budweiser. Through the bottles deep in the trash can.
Threw the bottles in the trash?! Either not Michigan native or didn't have tight-wad parents. I'm honestly not sure what my dad would have been more angry about...I'm going with the lost $0.10 over me drinking. Pedaling my bike up and down dirt roads finding high school kids beer cans in the weeds was my pre-teen job; dad taught me to treat those things like gold.
Michigan native. I just didn't want to get in trouble. I never heard a thing about two missing bottles. Beside, it was the 90s, who cared about recycling way back then.
I don't think it was so much about the recycling as it was about the $$$. But you do bring up another potential Friday topic:
What did you do to stay out of trouble or keep your parents happy that others would have deemed acceptable? I guess my answer is; squeezing "borrowed" empties into full bags so I wasn't adding to the empty pile. Throw them out? That's ridiculous. I still do this in my late 20s when I'm house sitting over there. Out of a hand(s)ful of beers only 25% empites can be on the pile, but the balance better add up in the end.
Most bottles I encountered, I went "through" but not "threw".
A Coors lite at a frat party I went to my first night of undergrad. First full wine outside of communion was at my friend's Bar MItzvah party. First mixed drink was a rum and coke at a frat party.
I was 4 and noticed at a house party that all the adults were drinking and having a good time. I asked for a sip, and my dad obliged. It was Bud Light. Needless to say, my folks had no problem with underage drinking.
I had single sips of my parents' beers starting when I was about 14. Obviously not enough to get drunk on. My first full beer wasn't until my freshman year at Michigan. Second night on campus. My brother (two years older) had a house party and I got sloppy blitzed. My tolerance was so low I think I was tanked after about 24 ounces. Go big or go home. Awesome times and fond memories.
15 years old in Japan and bought a tasty Kirin Ichiban beer from a vending machine! I stayed away from the cigarette machines though, cause smoking is bad for you.
My dad is a huge Cubs fan. We lived in LA Dodger land. So, when the Cubs came to town, he would take us to the ol' ball park.
I might have been about 14 or 15 the last time I went on one of these excusions in the mid-1970s. My parents passed beers back and forth between them. Sitting in the middle, I took my cut and ended up kinda drunk.
It was a good game. Who won? I did.
night of gradution was when I had my first full legit beer. ice cold can of miller lite....... Had about 13 of them and thus began my love of beer.
but I remember the first time really drinking beer was when I went up to Central Michigan to visit my two older brothers. Sophmore in high school, I think. I went to a party. I remember a girl had a shirt with a sticker that said "let me show you my bra." It was the best--for a while. My oldest brother showed up and was pissed at my other brother for letting me get so wasted. The hangover was memorable.
I don't remember the first, though it was probably Schlitz. I do remember one of my high school buddies had a graduation party, and his mother bought us a pony keg, The only restriction was we had to stay the night. The drinking age was 18 back then, but a few of us were not 18 yet.
Budweiser. The King of Beers. On a 2-track, in the woods, near a lake, with 2 girls. I can remember thinking to myself, "I'm going to be doing a lot of this". I was right.
I have no idea. the first beer my friends and I drank was keystone light. We also enjoyed ourselves some zenka pot.
ZHENKA POT:
Large bowl/pot
1 handle of zhenka
Grape kool-aid mix
2 cups of water and ice
Dump all into pot. You and your friends sit in a circle. 1 person starts chugging, once that person stops you pass to the right. They chug and when they stop they pass. The winner is the person who finishes the pot and the loser is the last person to pass.
result of the game... the black out pass out. Pour one out for high school.
at Aquinas High in Southgate in the car on the drive from my neighborhood in NW Detroit in the summer of '68 with 3 friends. Could only drink 2 beers. It was less than an hour after I had eaten dinner. It was probably Strohs or Pabst Blue Ribbon.
The Bob Seger System was playing! Their big hits at the time was Ramblin' Gamblin' Man and Heavy Music. The drummer had two drums mounted 4 feet above the stage at an angle so that he could pound them with his drumsticks.
I was notorious for tightlly slow dancing with the most stacked babe I could find at a dance (sock-hop).
I think it was a Molson while watching HNIC in the mid 90s.
It's a collector's item now I guess; the can is worth a lot more empty than full.