What your "first" alcoholic drink?

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Ding Bat wrote:

i was only 16, but as you all know, busch light is my beer of choice. but sometimes, as my mama taught me, when you show up at a party you just gotta drink whatevers in the cooler. i've seen her drink 5, 6 different types just so that she doesn't have to go out and buy her own. my parents are real cheapskates i know, but with all the money they saved on college, i do think it's about time they open their wallets.

Darn webshots! Who would think there would be a camera at an underage drinking party? Duhhhhh.

a miler wrote:

I guess you could argue that getting drunk is no measure of one's manhood - drinking a lot and NOT puking/passing out is a better test.

FW - 6 beers in 2 hours and you puked??? No good.

You've got to realize that at 19 I weighed 105 pounds soaking wet, and prior to downing those beers I had never had more than a couple sips at one time. Take any newbie that small and let them drink a 6-pack in 2 hours and they'll puke too.

My parents let me drink wine when I was 8 for Thanksgiving and I drank cognac at a few weddings when I was 10-13. I didn't drink again until late in college and don't now. I could drink more than everyone but I've never been wasted and I don't understand why everyone hypes alcohol up. I didn't need a special drinking session when I turned 21. People need to grow up.

4 huge Long Island Iced Teas that my roommate made in a college party. I only remembered the 1st 2. The next day, I saw pics of me hitting on the fat chick in front of everyone. Welcome to college.

[quote]wineturtle wrote:

A twink on his first legal night at Julius---I'm sure you got plenty of Birthday attention. I actually thought they were more into poppers than ludes. BTW the rack scotch at Julius in the '70s was Heather Dew.

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Ah, Heather Dew! Bambi's favorite tipple! I said the Scotch wasn't good, not that it was rotgut from the well.

Poppers? Amyl? That came later, you're skipping. Amyl nitrate was rare and marginal, and anyway not something you could wash down with Cutty Sark and a burger-on-toast.

My Dad owned a brewery in central Wisconsin. I pretty much grew up working there. On Saturdays there was free beer out of the keg room for farmers from 8 until noon. I first remember drinking my first glass of beer fresh when I was about 6 around 1960.

This isnt in reference to the message I am "replying" to. I get so annoyed by all the gay ass stories people tell about drinking 99% of them are made up or severely embellished. If you ever brag about how much you drink you are a tool. No 2 ways around it. It is not impressive to me how much you drink...it may be amazing...but i wont think better of you for drinking a shitload. Ill just think you probably are an enormous loser if I can tell you are trying to impress me.

It is a possibility that we are all gay asses trying to impress you; that is if you are easily impressed.

My first drink was a shot of vodka from the freezer at my parents' house. Ugh! Not the best way to find out what this drinking thing was all about...

First legal drink was Jagermeister and Red Bull, compliments of the bartender in a northern Minnesota dive.

Lucius Beebe wrote:

Ah, Heather Dew! Bambi's favorite tipple! I said the Scotch wasn't good, not that it was rotgut from the well.

Poppers? Amyl? That came later, you're skipping. Amyl nitrate was rare and marginal, and anyway not something you could wash down with Cutty Sark and a burger-on-toast.

Beebe, what years are you talking about? Remember Casey's across from Bobbie Cribbits 9th Circle?

The chemists next to Trudy Hellers place on Sixth across from the Womens House of Detention did a ton of business with "heart patients". Burgers on toast...

wineturtle wrote:

Lucius Beebe wrote:Ah, Heather Dew! Bambi's favorite tipple! I said the Scotch wasn't good, not that it was rotgut from the well. Poppers? Amyl? That came later, you're skipping. Amyl nitrate was rare and marginal, and anyway not something you could wash down with Cutty Sark and a burger-on-toast.

Beebe, what years are you talking about? Remember Casey's across from Bobbie Cribbits 9th Circle?The chemists next to Trudy Hellers place on Sixth across from the Womens House of Detention did a ton of business with "heart patients". Burgers on toast...

70s, very early 70s. I can barely remember the screams from the Women's House of Detention. Only what I thought was the Women's House of Detention was really the Jefferson Market Library. A common mistake.

Chemists next to Trude Heller's: that was and still is Bigelow's. They may well have been selling poppers, but I was a mere underage tourist (so to speak) and only knew amyl as something that people put into keychain inhalers.

Trude Heller's, where Lynda Bird Johnson Watusi'd with George Hamilton in 1966, has turned into a succession of pizzerias and microbreweries.

9th Circle I recall. Now THAT was a place you could drink at if you were under 18. No problem. Strange coatcheck girl.

Ah, the broken madeleine...

Flagpole Willy wrote:

Whatever dude. Getting drunk is no measure of a man's manhood.

I agree with Flagpole, penis size is the the issue.

first alcoholic drink I was about 12 or 13, it was beer, and a number of us got it out of the beer dispenser (just a normal dispenser on the wall, like you see coke machines today... hungary, early 90s)

Lucius,

During the early '70s I worked at Caseys on 10th and I repped Rums of Puerto Rico. Selma Malinou who lived on the block and I would often nightcap at Julius after I pulled down the gate at Casey's. Made a stir one night when Randi Oakes and her beau Joe joined us.I think the fulllength mink coat made him a big hit.

I put on rum parties at many places in Manhattan- One of my favorite way's to get the show rolling was shots of a drink I invented"Manhattan Phonebook"--Bacardi Silver and Yoo-Hoo... it had a slimer version the "Staten Island Phonebook" made with diet Yoo-Hoo for the young gals watching their weight and Jerome Zerbe never looked lovelier.

I worked with Gary Keys and Trude Heller on two concerts in the mid '60s Chuck Berry and the 4 Tops at Carnegie Hall and The Supremes at Lincoln Center... the(Motown) Spinners opened and front row seats cost $6.80 !!!!! First pop group to play Philharmonic Hall.

Thanks for bringing a fun time back to mind.

at 14, a screwdriver (vodka and OJ)... first time was fun, second time I ended up barfing... never understood chronic barfers... 3x in my life... i usually know when i've had too much

on 21st, no idea

maybe whiskey and ginger ale, it was pretty low key

i would say my best drinking days were 17 to 20, i was still partying hard at 21 but some of the 'newness' and 'luster' had worn off by then

Again I find myself agreeing with Flagpole... being drunk sucks. In fact, drinking sucks for the most part. These days I have a beer at a party so as not to look like a total douche, but I'd just assume abstain.

It was age 18 in my day and at a cookout with the neighbors I was allowed (by Parental permission...I'm still trying to figure that out) to enter a 'contest' with one of the adults males next door. It was coffee brandy shots and I am reliably informed I left him under the table.

I remember laughing a lot. I don't remember much beyond that, other than I had no hangover the next day and wondered what the big deal was about.

11 years later I met my match with some Everclear.

The shot-drinking days are done.

Oh dear, I confess I cannot identify most of the individuals there...not without a search engine anyway...excepting Jerome Zerbe, naturally enough. (I think the actual phrase was 'Jerome Never Looked Lovelier,' John O'Hara's snide nickname for the Beebe society column, 'This New York.' Cf. Brendan Gill, Here at The New Yorker.)

All this mysterious grown-up stuff going on. Alas. Born too late. I only remember nasty things. Like Sutter's bakery closing. And Your Father's Moustache, the touristy banjo place on Seventh Ave South, inexplicably surviving for a hundred years.