Getting Drunk for the First Time, Late 1990's, Anonymous
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Who: Anonymous What: Getting Drunk For the First Time When: Late 1990's Where:
The first time I got drunk, I was 15 years old. In my high school, there is something called a study period. This is a 45 minute period in which students are supposed to do their homework. The only problem is, no one ever does, and it always ends turning into a time that kids just talk about whatever.
One day, I was sitting with the older kids. They were the juniors, and were 17. They were talking about the party they had been to the last weekend, and how fun it had been. They started talking about how much they drank, and were laughing about how fun it was to be drunk. They asked me if I had ever been drunk, and I said, no, I hadn’t. They laughed and said, “We’ll have to get you drunk sometime then.”
I thought about it all day. I had never been drunk, and didn’t know what it was like. So that night, I waited until my parents went to sleep, and raided their liquor cabinet. I remember thinking, “Jesus Christ, this stuff takes awful!” I think it was Glenfiddich or something like that. I’m not even sure what that is, I think it’s scotch. Anyway, I started hitting it straight out of the bottle, and pretty soon, I had a nice buzz going. I decided to continue. I was drinking coke at the same time to keep myself retching, and I was keeping it down pretty well. I have no idea how much I had drank, but pretty soon, I realized that I was drunk. It didn’t seem so great though, so I wasn’t sure. Somewhere along the way, I had gotten really hungry, and so I sat down and ate half a box of Saltines.
After I ate the saltines, I decided to push my luck, and keep drinking. I managed to get two swigs down before I started feeling sick. Do you know that feeling right before you throw up, when your mouth starts building up copious amounts of saliva? That was happening. I couldn’t even make it to the bathroom. I ran out the front door of our house and threw up in the front yard. I could not believe how much I was throwing up, or how little control over it I had. It just kept coming. After I was done, my eyes were tearing up, I was drooling, and I looked down, and saw that there was a pile of partially digested Saltine crackers in a four inch pile on the lawn. Gross. Anyway, I layed down to catch my breath, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up with sun in my eyes.
I bolted straight up, and snuck into the house. Thank God my parents weren’t up yet. I cleaned myself off and went to bed. It was that day that I realized the power of alcohol, and how deceptive it is. While I still drink, I am always leery of drinking too much, because I always remember the bout with the scotch and Saltines in my front yard.
