My First Beer
The story of my first actual beer is a tale worth telling, if I do say so myself.
My best friend in grade 10 was Magda. And I mean BEST. The tenth grade is a good grade for secret sharing, so man oh man were lots of secrets shared with her.
One night my whole family was on vacation (it was March Break I think- they had gone on a road trip to Virginia beach or something) and they weren't expected back until the next morning. I didn't want to spend the night alone, so Magda came over for a sleep over. A couple other friends from school had come over earlier in the night too, but only Magda was staying the night.
Giddy at eleven, we discovered a beer in the fridge. Alcohol flows freely around that house so I knew if we split the Molson, nobody would notice. I got two plastic cups out of the cupboard (that home is full of children, so there are very few actual glass glasses there- all plastic tumblers and sippy cups) and we 50-50-ed the beer. Giggling, we each took a sip.
We both absolutely hated it. But would dare each other "okay do two swallows without a break in between!" until our cups were half empty. "I think I'm drunk!" and etc, you know how it goes. Suddenly the phone rings! Its my dad- they were going to stop halfway home at a hotel and continue the drive in the morning (the original plan) but they decided to just drive through the night. But traffic was great, so they'd be home in about half an hour.
!! Magda and I freak out! We dumped our beers down the sink(because no way could we guzzle the rest, especially at the already inebriated state we thought we were at). Then washed our cups so they wouldn't smell like beer. Then washed the sink. Then brushed our teeth with excessive amounts of toothpaste.
But we were SURE you could smell beer in the air so we decided a quick fix would be to make microwave popcorn. We somehow burned it. So Magda starts making a new one as I dump the first bag down the in-sink garbage compressor (garbarator?). We now have a bag full of popcorn. We're standing awkwardly in the kitchen. Still too suspicious. So we rush downstairs and put on any DVD. Pirates of the Carribean. We start the disc halfway through. We finally are able to act relaxed just as my parents and siblings enter.
Now... had my parents come home and Magda and I were each drinking a mickey of vodka, I can't picture getting in TOO much trouble. I mean, my mom likes to peer pressure us into drinking! I was home a couple months ago and found frozen berries in the freezer so I wanted to make some smoothies. Sarah, my then 15 year old sister, wanted some smoothie, too. My mom was like "oh haha Lisa put some Absolut in there so that if she wants some smoothie she has to drink too!". Not even kidding.
What is the story of YOUR first beer or first drink? (The one when your dad lets you have a sip of his 0.5% Labatt Light at the family golf tournament doesn't count!). Send me a link to your post, and I'll list all the posts here. Go!
Laura's first drink
Dave's first beer
Justus's first beer
AJ's first drink
Anna's first drink
M's first beer
Rob's first drink
12 comments:
Okay, I blogged about my first drink too! (Or at least the first one I can remember)
I've blogged about my first drink as well
There is so much blog to read! Great work Eleff. I've recently rediscovered your work. Well, hello and goodbye. That's all. Just trying to avoid lurking.
Peter... I'm curious as to which Peter you are... We seem to be friends and I am glad at that. Thanks for commenting, too! (As much as I love lurkers, I love commenters MORE!)
Haha, okay, funny topic so I'll comment. I'm pretty sure it was in grade 12. I got home from school on a hot day and I was so ridiculously thirsty. I opened the fridge and there was absolutely nothing to drink except my dad's beer. So I had one. Because I was thirsty. I don't think anyone would've cared (drinking by yourself just to quench a thirst isn't considered alcoholism is it?), but that night I dreamt that my parents found the glass I used and I got in trouble.. or I was worried about getting in trouble.. either way, I must have felt guilty about it.
Alright, I started blogging mine and it turned into a downright creative non-fiction work. I very much enjoyed that. Time for a cold one.
Great story. I've blogged about my first drink too!!
Seems like I couldn't let this blog topic slide by me. Thanks for the inspiration Lisa!
Nice, Lisa. Now, what better way to introduce my blog than with the story of my first drink. Check it!
My uneventful story: http://urbanpringle.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-drink.html
I honestly have absolutely no recollection of my first beer. I remember my first drink which was before my first beer, but I always remember thinking beer was gross, that smelled gross and I didn't even want to look at it.
It was probably my first week in college. We were having a mini-party in my friend's dorm, and all he had was beer. There was no reason to not take one, so I did. I am such a lightweight, so I was instantly loopy.
It wasn't a memory that sticks out though, especially since that's only the first time I remember drinking a beer but I feel like it wasn't my first. I think my first drink, in general is much more memorable.
I love those sophomore year moments though. The ones that stick with you for life. Sophomore, junior and senior years of high school is time I would never, ever give up.
In true fashion, I'm super late responding to this post.. however, it was quite the amusing read. Coincidentally enough, I'm drinking beer as I type.. but this is definitely NOT my first one.
Come to think of it, I'm not sure I even remember my first beer. It was probably in Germany.. but I really have no clue. I do remember my first coffee! I HATED it.
Now I drink about 2.5 cups a day.. at least.
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