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!
It was terrible, as is every other kind of beer I've tried since. I just don't have the taste for it.
Just voted in my first election, and my dad grabs me an ice cold Sam Adams Light. Hated it, only drank about 1/4 of it, then gave it back to my dad. Fast forward years later, and I love beer, even Sam Adams Light.
My first legal beer was a bottle of PBR that my buddies got me in the basement of the Berg in Ann Arbor. You just couldn't beat that combo of cold PBR for $2.50 and a free food bar on Thursdays (tacos, nachos) and Fridays (wings, chips & salsa). I miss those days so much sometimes.
I live in A2 still and still miss those days, being 30. Luckily, 30 hasn't stopped me and my friends from still acting 24 and we make it to the Berg maybe a couple times a year. I was at Ricks just 3 weeks ago..... post wedding reception Ricks appearances are pretty fun.
First time drinking and we were sipping on a fifth of Five O'clock. I hated it so much I stole one of my dads Bud Lights. I hated that even more and handed it off to a buddy, so back to Five-Oh I go (went).
First full beer was a Miller Lite a few weeks later with the same buddies.
Now I hate Miller Lite, and love Bud Light. And craft beer of course. Definitely wish I could have had my first with my dad or grandpa, out on a deer hunt or something cool. But we don't even hunt.
Been hooked ever since.
Alabama. My buddies and I had been skating(skate boarding, yo) most of the day when another friend rolled up with a six pack of bud ice. It was so damn nasty. This was my first beer away from family. I had beer before but only sips from my pops.
Ended up snagging an 18er of rolling rock and a 12er of PBR.
Had a 40 when I was 9 years old at a family reunion. I don't remember much about the reunion...
Age 5 or 6, I took a few generous sips of my dad's brewski while he was manning the grill during a Sunday cookout.
A warm, disgusting Natty Light at a foam party as a freshman at UofM. It was the worst thing ever.
I was about ten years old and at a friend's house with a couple of my classmates. His parents (who were away for a couple of hours, having left us in the care of his 7th-grade brother, who was somewhere else in the house) had multiple cases of Blatz and the refrigerator was full of them. (They wouldn't miss a few cans.)
He offered each of us a can. It was the first beer for everyone but him. Totally disgusting, of course (but cold, at least). It would be a few years (late junior high) before I had another one (Molson/Labatts, which tasted wonderful in comparison).
Used to go on a fishing trip with my dad every year in Canada. He didn't want to take up room in the cooler for water or soda, so he just let me drink a beer. I didn't particularly like it but it was cold and I was thirsty.
I was however old 6th grade is and it was Labatt Wildcat.
My family spent each summer up in the mountains an hour west of Denver, and one summer around '62 my dad took us to the Coors brewery in Golden for a tour. Coors gave away miniature mugs as mementos, and after we got back to the cottage my dad filled one up for me. Loved it right off.
After the first football game of the season in my senior year of high school, some friends invited me to join them at a another friend's house party. They had a keg, so I don't know what style of beer it was. Basically, it was the red solo cup kind of beer. Anyway, I had about three cups of that and lied and told everyone I had 5 or 6 because I figured that's what all my friends were doing. At the party, I bumped into a young lady I was sweet on. She took one look at me, scrunched up her face with incredulity and asked, "What are YOU doing here?" Yeah, I was more like the Anthony Michael Hall character from 16 candles than the Jake Ryan character. Oh well. So my buddy and I left the party and he drove me home. Only half way there, I started feeling sick. His response was to drive-thru Burger King to get me some food for my stomach and an empty cup in case I needed to hurl before we got home. I'll save you the suspense, I hurled. He was able to pull over first so I didn't get any in the car, I think.
My first full beer was at age 14 "camping" with friends - Miller High Life. 4 adolescents in a tent drinking beer for the first time is what they base horror movies on.
Last beer I drank - Busch.
Last beer I enjoyed, was last Saturday - Founders Centennial IPA.
First beer I used in the garden to kill slugs - Zima. Not a single one indulged.
Older brother gave me one... ended up holding onto it for hours while walking around with friends, waiting for the right time to drink it. By the time I did, it was warm and shitty.
On the day of first home football game of my freshman year, a cold keystone light in the dorm at 7am followed up by a swig of Crystal Palace vodka. Fuck, feels like it was yesterday
A was a senior in high school and went over to a friend's place after school. He snagged a couple of piss warm Budweisers from a case his father kept stashed in the bedroom closet. I immediately puked that shit up, which my friend spent the rest of the school year ragging me for. In college I became a raging alcoholic, so I sure showed him.
13 years old, with my youth group on a trip to Paris.... Can't remember what kind, but had several beers and mixed drinks on the trip without ever really getting too drunk or doing anything stupid. Never really cared for the taste of beer until 19 or so when liquor hangovers/bad decisions started to get annoying.
When I was 17
I drank some very good beer
I drank some very good beer, I purchased with a fake ID
My name was Brian McGee
When I was 17
DId anyone else drink St. Ives in high school (or otherwise in the 90s)? Man, that shit would make you thicka quicka! :-D
Before freshman year of HS, a couple of ice cold PBR's out of dad's fridge in the garage.
A perfectly awful Leinenkugel's at the Buffalo Wild Wings on State St., IIRC. Thought their Sunset Wheat was God's gift to beers for about five minutes. Glad I figured out otherwise.
First beer: sip of daddy's beer around age 2. Probably Miller Lite, Strohs or Lowenbrau.
First real beer: Labatt when I was 18 or 19 in Windsor at a club
First legal beer: Carlsberg. I was in Denmark when I turned 21. Had a warm Carlsberg (shudder) at a family dinner, and later celebrated at a club.
I was in 8th grade, and I stole a Michelob out of my grandma's fridge. I drank it warm a couple days later. Later she cut me out of her will. Overall, not the worst beer I've had.
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It was during a big family summer picnic when I was 11. My cousin found out that I'd never had a beer, so he swiped a can and we hightailed it for the woods where we wouldn't get caught. It was some rat piss brand like Blatz or Drewery's (not that I knew the difference), and it tasted like something you'd use to kill weeds. But I wanted to look cool, so I managed to choke down my half of the can without puking (although it was close). It gave me a headache and ruined my appetite for the rest of the day. I didn't touch another one until high school, and never drank for real until college.
Since then, of course, I've been making up for lost time.
Senior year of HS, homecoming after party.
Skipped the dance for the 3rd straight year to watch Michigan play. It was the 63-47 game against Indiana where Gallon had like 400 yards.
I had 15 beers that night. Most of them Labatts Blue. My first drunken outing was my most extreme. Couldn't even walk straight.
Will never go there again.......and I've had some rough nights this summer, too. Nothing like that. I was just pounding them one after another like hard boiled eggs in Cool Hand Luke.
My dad regularly had a beer or two at dinner, but it never particularly interested me. My mom is super anti-beer (she drinks, just cannot stand beer), and I think her level of vehement hate rubbed off on me, so I was never particularly interested in it. Fast forward to junior year of high school, and I go to a party at a friend's house, where they have a keg. It's one of the big Canadian beers, I want to say Labatt Blue but I wouldn't swear to it (this is like 17 years ago now). I figure whatever, I'm at a party, how gross can beer really be? I get a cup and damn if this wasn't an eye opening experience. Beer was great! I didn't get hammered that night, but definitely had several beers, and have not stopped drinking them since (though my taste has improved dramatically from the Canadian macro brew days).
A DII school, after the "official visit" I went out with a life long family friend who attended the same school to party, played quarter bounce for the first time (obviously lost BIG TIME). I do remember it well because at a house party we went to later, I tried to watch the Tigers play the Padres on TV.
For the first time in my life I could not follow along with the game.......
My first beer was a Zima (not beer) that my mom gave me. I should have joined the WLA. I coulda been-a contenda.
My dad gave it to me after I helped him prepare his garden on a warm day.
He told me that when I take responsibility like an adult, I can have the rewards like an adult.
Plus I got a second for getting the picto gram on the bottom of the cap right.
I was 15 years old and flew alone to Europe during the summer between grades in high school. I met up with my family there, and while in Amsterdam my family insisted I try a beer. They ended up bringing out a bottle of Amstel, which pretty much went 75% unconsumed, and it led me to believe for the next 6 years I hated all beer.