btownmeggy wrote:Well, I drank on and off throughout junior high and high school, depending on what kind of people I was hanging out with. In moderation, though, really. The first time I got totally smashed I was a freshman in college, and my boyfriend at the time and I were just about the only people in the dorms over Thanksgiving break. We bought 3 jumbo bags of Cheetos, a box of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch, two cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and settled in to beat every PlayStation game that he owned. Thanksgiving night we got serious with the PBRs. I remember repeatedly stumbling down the hall to the bathroom, and realizing I was drunk, I MEAN REALLY DRUNK, for the first time when I tried to stand up from the toilet, the world started spinning, and I fell down. I became enthralled with the experience and drank more and more until I puked and passed out.
My life has pretty much gone down hill from there.
I love those nights!