[quote=“almas john”]Okay,
See you your “first booze you got drunk on” and raise you a " first brew that caused memory blackout".[/quote]
Summer after I first got drunk. My best friend lived near an old alky who, due to his own blackouts, often forgot to lock his garage door. And he stored Old Grandad “whisky” there, in cases. Carlton, my buddy, stole 3 fifths and we decided to meet up that night. With dates, even.
My father doesn’t drink and so, lacking a model ( ), I literally guzzled my first bottle, a fifth of this rotgut bourbon, in under 30 minutes (Carlton was right behind me. Our dates were teetotaling it that night, fortunately- I believe a kind description of their reaction to our consumption would be “aghast”) and we two boys had a good start on the third when things got predictably fuzzy. Pukey, too, I do remember that.
What followed was the blackout period.
The next thing I knew, I was sleeping in my bedroom, in a lake of puke, and it was the next afternoon. Fortunately enough, my parents were remodelling our house and my bedroom was a brand new one, which had yet to be finished. My parents were also out of town, thank god, so I never even got caught. I cleaned up the puke and the piss the next day, puked a little more while doing so, and swore to never drink bourbon again. (that promise didn’t last long, though)
Turns out that some other friends had schlepped me home, put me in my bed, and then watched in horror as I stumbled out of bed - dead drunk - and pissed in my as-yet unfinished closet. Oh yeah, puked there, too (lots of puking that night, lots). Somehow I managed to avoid aspirating it and thus survived. Thank god my friends had the sense to lay me down on my belly and not my back.
Carlton, as it turns out, drove home (!) and right onto the forms his father had laid out for pouring the concrete for their new driveway (his parents were home, however, and I guess there was some “discussion” which followed his “forgetfulness”); they, too, were doing a bit of homebuilding.
Needless to say, that was the last date I had with my g/f. Carlton married his, though.
[quote=“almas john”]Well, I was 17 and I was enjoying a combination of local beer and wine. The local wine in question was “Purple Death”
The following description is taken straight from the bottle word for word. (Anyone who has tried it will know that it is a mild description)
PURPLE DEATH (that is really the name)
[quote]An unusual ‘Rough-as-Guts’ aperitif that has the distinctive bouquet of horse-shit and old tram tickets. It is best drunk with the teeth clenched to prevent ingestion of any foreign bodies. Connoisseurs will savour the slight tannin taste of old tea leaves and burnt cat fur. Possessors of a cultivated palate will admire the initial assault on the taste buds which comes from the careful and loving blending of animal manure and perished jock straps strained through an old miner’s sock. The maturing in small pigs’ bladders gives it a very definite nose.
Marketed under the Saviour Brand (9 out of 10 people who drink it for the first time exclaim ‘Je-e-esus Chri-ist’).
Caution: Keep away from ‘naked flames’ (both old and new).
BOTTLED BY THE MAD SCIENTIST - JUST FOR FUN FOR SAPICH BROTHERS Forest Hill Road, Henderson, New Zealand[/quote][/quote]