First time I had alcohol was when I was 14, after confirmation (communion). My parents said that I'm now a bit more grown up, and decided to give me a shot of egg liqeur. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever drunk.
Afterwards my parents were not really strict on that, and we always had beer in house, because my father liked to regularly have some. I always could have drank. I never did, it was not tempting. I also didn't go out with friends during my youth. So I also never got used to the taste of beer, and still dislike it. I also normally don't drink alcohol, unless I want to get drunk/am at a party. I don't drink any for dinner or for relaxation.
First time drunk... depends how you define that. We had an...er...afternoon party at school (?, whatever) when I was 16. One of the guys had a bottle of Jim Bean. He just filled up my glass. I had no idea how much alcohol that was, and finished it fast. I puked it out not much later. The card games in between didn't go to my favour. I arrived around 17h at home, and my mom asked why I was stinking after alcohol
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I normally know how much I can drink. 8 drinks (cola-rum, tequila-orange, etc), and I'll have a headache, considerable stomach problems and some issues getting out of bed. More I normally don't drink. Because that's normally enough to have a good buzz. And because also.... I can't in a normal time frame?
4 years ago during new year's eve, we first had a bottle of champagne (so... me 1, my 2 friends I was with also 1). Then I drank roughly the above mentioned amount at a party. I do not remember everything, so I consider this my first time being really wasted. I remember that I met a guy from Ethiopia who I barely knew at the party, as one of the few people there who I sort of knew. I danced closely with a Dutch girl I knew, until one of her female friends came to ask if she needed help. She asked in Dutch, and I'm somewhat proud that I understood it in this situation
. I remember that I cycled home, but definitely not the whole way, and I guess this was pretty dangerous. I stayed the whole next day in bed with a horrible hangover, and that's my first real hangover (also the last one).