foggy memories

I coughed myself out of be at 7:30 this morning.

I got a time machine and asked myself, "What's the stupidest thing I could do with this?... I know! Download and get hooked to Snood!"

My first drink of alcohol was at my Aunt and Uncles house. It was shortly after my dad died so I was either 15 or 16. My dad was a drinker and smoker when he was young... his last cigarette was on the night of his wedding and he stopped drinking when he had kids. When he and mom were dating, he got her drunk for the first time in her life, and when he took her home, he told her to go straight in and straight to her bedroom and not to talk to anyone. I grew up in a church that believed drinking was a sin. When I was young dad said that if I ever wanted to taste beer, to let him know because he'd rather I taste it at home than somewhere else... when I was in 5th grade I had a bad bike wreck and had to be driven to an emergency doctor's visit about an hour from home... dad and mom took me and they had to put some neon stuff that glowed under black light in my eyes to see if they were harmed. My parents thought it was really cool looking. On the late night drive home I reminded dad that when I was a teen he would buy me beer to taste and he denied he ever said it. So at my cousins house, when I was barely 16, I was with my sister that's 6? years older than me. One of our cousins, Julie, is her age, and the other, John, is probably 3 years older than me (i'm not good with ages). Also a lot of my sister's friends and cousin's friends were there... I'm not sure how I found myself in this situation, but you know I thought I was cool. We were playing poker, and John brought a case of beer home. His dad and mom got really mad at him (since he was under age and all) but then he gave them some beer and they got over it. Then he gave me a beer, and I looked at me sister and she gave me a look that was something like "whatever you wanna do". Beer was not for me. It's an acquired taste that took me years to acquire, but then John pulled the hard stuff out of the freezer. he poured me a shot of vodka and he kept refilling me and getting tickled at how much I was drinking. And the more I drank, the more poker games I won. I didn't think I was drunk and then they told me to walk to the couch, and I did and wobbled and giggled. I think we stayed up 'til sunrise that night. But I could be confusing that with one of the many similar nights that followed this.

I was in a summer program in high school where we would spend 6 weeks staying at a college and taking classes. One of the guy's dads helped him sneak vodka too us in lots of 20 ounce water bottles. When I went to college I decided not to drink until I was 21. On my 21st birthday, I was working as an RA for a highschool program, and had to stay in the dorm all night... I snuck myself in some zima and drank by myself with my girlfriend (now wife) in the room... that might be my lamest alcohol experience.

Come on over, we'll open up a bottle of wine, or break out some of our hard liquor that's rarely touched. I'm a rum guy, but we don't keep that stocked.