First time you got wasted

[Shlup]

I was 15 and at a party. That's all I remember. I think it was Natty Ice; that seemed to be all we could get ahold of at 15.

[Shorty]

I was 15 and at a party. That's all I remember. I think it was Natty Ice; that seemed to be all we could get ahold of at 15.

Oh god, that sounds awful. I think my first wasting must have been on Zima XXX. What horrible beverages.

[Mercen-X]

Never. Though I acted pretty stupid when I got buzzed for the first time (that was like three years ago). And that only happened because of my medication. I'm so glad they switched my prescription, 'cause that shi fu ed me up. I've kind of been chasing that feeling ever since (though in a responsible way, I don't want to black out). But I don't seem to get any reaction from alcohol generally.

[Sephex]

I guess I get to repost this story. I got pretty lit up before and after this story, but this is one of the better ones I have where I was unquestionably wasted. All other stories would be just about me complaining about something while I am drunk, or playing Guitar Hero with my buddy.

I told this story in chat a couple of years ago, but I might as well tell it here. This is the story about what happened when I had an entire fifth of Captain Morgan in two hours. I don't want to write a wall of paragraphs so I will "green text" the story.

>It is 2008
>regularly drink at my buddy Eric's house
>it is a work night
>go to grocery story and purchase Captain Morgan
>get back to Eric's and I finish half the fifth, straight, in a half an hour
>I suggest that I stop
>"It's only 5:30, man. Don't worry about it."
>Eric would live to regret those words
>In my already inebriated logic, I decide to "milk" the last half
>fifth is gone by 7pm
>holy s*** I am GONE
>memories of the night start to black out at this point
>following is the combo of what I can remember/was told that happened
>Eric stopped drinking and sobered up because of how gone I was
>was on the floor arguing with myself and swinging punches at the air because I disagreed with myself
>went into his bathroom and puked everywhere but the toilet seat, probably some other body fluids too
>Eric is freaking out
>Despite how gone I was I manage to clean everything
>socks and pants are no longer salvageable, Eric makes me throw them in a trashbag
>After he gives me some ratty PJ pants and socks he doesn't care about, I move to go out of the bathroom
>stop
>fall flat on my face hitting my nose
>did not break it but blood is everywhere
>while Eric is managing carnage in his hallway, I decide it would be a good idea to use his then girlfriend's pillow to lie down on
>pillow is lost to bloodstains and tears
>Eric grabs me by the shirt collar
>I thought he was going to hit me and I beg him not to do it
>"I'M NOT GOING TO HIT YOU JUST GET IN THE SHOWER!!"
>"hOW mANNy shoOooWERS do you WAnt Me to take?"
>"JUST GET IN THE F***ING SHOWER!!!"
>in shower
>forget why I am in there
>luckily remember to get dressed
>Eric called my then girlfriend to pick me up
>he has me lay down on a couch behind his computer area while he is on the net to pass time
>start vocalizing Mega Man 2 tunes and ask Eric which is his favorite 74 times
>Eric's girlfriend comes home and sees pillow
>she is pissed
>girlfriend shows up with friend so one can drive her car and one can drive mine
>she is pissed
>I ain't having none of that s***
>notice the PJs Eric gave me are neon blue and have a zebra stripe pattern
>start to laugh as I do the MC Hammer slide
>girlfriend more pissed
>girlfriend drives me home as I talk about the 90s
>fall asleep
>work alarm wakes me up at 5am
>still drunk out of my mind
>call in sick
>filed incident in head as a wake up call not to drink so much

[Old Manus]

The first time I got drunk enough to for me to remember that it as a Stage 1 Drunken Night was probably a new year's eve when I was 14. Went to a friend's place and drank bottles of Budweiser all night (a mistake I will never make again) and fell asleep on the sofa.

It takes a fair amount for me to get so drunk that I completely lose my mind and black out, so the first time that happened was when I was about 19, it was a friend's birthday, and we were playing pub golf. I rocked up and met an old drinking buddy of mine, and we made a £50 wager on the winner of the night between the two of us (it was only ever going to be one of us two). If you don't know how to play pub golf then please look up the rules before reading any further.

It was a 9 hole course, with the par score averaging a pathetically high 3-10 strokes per beverage. Any scholar of Sun Tzu knows that one must know his enemy - the drinking resilience of my competitor, combined with past experience in pub golf, told me that I was going to have to make every drink in one if I was going to win. My scorecard went thus:

• Hole 0: Double Malibu & coke (1 stroke)
• Hole 1: Two random cocktails I fail to remember (1 stroke each)
• Hole 2: A 'GAA' - four measures of vodka topped up with lemonade and a cordial of your choice, in a pint glass (bearing in mind a British measure is 25ml) (1 stroke)
• Hole 3: A shooter I also fail to remember, apart from the fact it defnitely contained tabasco (1 stroke)
• Hole 4: A large glass of wine (this was the hardest hole on the course to do in one as far as I was concerned) (1 stroke)
• Hole 5: A bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale (this was a struggle) (1 stroke)

We entered the seventh pub and I was feeling on top of things and still confident. It was neck and neck on the scorecards. Everyone else had either given up or were way behind. The drink in here was a pint of lager. I knocked that one back with the ease of a man who is probably too under the influence to take any notice of the extreme cold running down the back of his throat. My buddy was feeling similarly on top of his game and proposed that we 'step things up a bit' by ordering a drink that I don't quite remember the name of, but was essentially a quadruple vodka and red bull, too big for a regular tumbler and so served in a pint glass. I took him up on his offer, and in an effort to scare him away, said we'd have a side order of Jack Daniels to go with it. Never one to shy away, he agreed, and we both got them in and put them away, one stroke each. My buddy, clearly wanting to end this here and now, proposed we get the same in again, and as I had put away the previous beverage in half the time he had, I decided to call his bluff, and we went again.

Big mistake. This is where things very quickly started to turn dark and blurry. My next memory is finding myself doubled over in a cubicle in the ladies' toilet, heaving all sorts of substances up my gullet, and seeing my mate bust in, survey the scene and cry out in victory. My very next memory is waking up at home the following morning, in my clothes, spare change strewn about the room, my wallet in the bookshelf, and with a strange puddle next to the door. There were no drinks nearby, my clothes were dry, but to this day I refuse to admit to myself that I may have been so drunk that I dropped trou and let myself go while standing in my bedroom doorway.

[Rin Heartilly]

I'm probably going to sound like a prude but.....I've never been tipsy or drunk, let alone wasted and I don't think I ever will. I'm a bit of a control freak, so I don't think I could ever let myself get to the point where I do any activity in which I don't have at least 90% control of the situation.

I find alcohol pretty overrated too, the only type I don't mind is cider, everything else is either too sweet or too bitter. The only time I 'heavily drank' alcohol was during a friends birthday where she ordered 8 different types of cocktails and drinks just to sample them. I was 18 at the time and she made me finish every drink she sampled which I was guilt-ed into because it was her birthday. Everyone was shocked that I was fine after all the drinks though, luckily I think I must have a high tolerance to alcohol. I'm almost 22 now and I haven't had any since.

[Sephiroth]

Never.

[Værn]

I've never been that drunk before. The most alcohol I've ever had was probably at Youmacon the weekend before last, when starlet made me drink enough one night that I stumbled ever-so-slightly when I first stood up to return to my hotel room. But I've never had so much to drink that it has impaired my judgement, made me physically ill, caused me to forget any details of the night of drinking, or resulted in a hangover the following morning.

[Lonely Paper Star]

Hadn't gotten drunk to the point of "wasted" status until about I was about 21ish. I made out with questionable people, sat around for a questionable amount of time, probably said some regrettable, questionable things--I don't really remember some of that night. But I had my first hangover the next morning and that was terrible.

[Hannibal_Khan]

First time I got properly drunk was on the eve of my 16th birthday. I ended up having sex with my best girl friend in the toilet whilst all our friends were in the room next door! It was great!

Best story ever

[Jowy]

Age seventeen, my friend Ashley's basement off 100 proof peppermint schnapps. Went to Hollywood Video and rented Dolemite. Had to stay the night there and call a cab in the morning to go straight to work the next day. That part wasn't much fun.

[Jessweeee♪]

I got pretty goofy at my 21st birthday but my first time I was properly wasted was at a friend's place the next week. I fell asleep on their staircase. I don't know why I do this but when I get super drunk at parties I basically become a cat and go to sleep in a weird hard corner away from all the people.

[The Man]

I don't drink, due to a mixture of medication and a family history of alcoholism. I have been known to get stoned on occasion but it's never altered my behaviour in any significant fashion. I'm more or less the same person high I am sober. Or maybe I just haven't done it enough for it to have an effect on me.

[Sephex]

I don't drink, due to a mixture of medication and a family history of alcoholism. I have been known to get stoned on occasion but it's never altered my behaviour in any significant fashion. I'm more or less the same person high I am sober. Or maybe I just haven't done it enough for it to have an effect on me.

I sort of hear you with the family history thing. The reason I say sort of is because I obviously do drink. Just not all crazy like the story I posted or anything close to that. In fact, I don't really have that much time to drink anymore. Anyway, alcoholism has been known to run in both sides of my family. My dad says I'm playing with fire all the time or that I'm playing Russian roulette. I tell him it's more like I'm playing with fire while playing Russian roulette with two guns. He doesn't like that.

[Yamaneko]

On my sixteenth birthday after an ill-advised attempt at car-jacking a Liberty City police officer.