A party I went to in high school had a girl who was a meek and mild type. She drank a bunch of Orange Driver, I think a flavored vodka. After a couple of hours, she was on the grass in front of the house throwing up. She thought that she was dying because it looked like she was barfing red blood. Poor girl, I don't think she drank that stuff again. This was the only party that I ever went to in high school, it was after some jazz band thing we played. I never drank there, I was considered a square back then. My twin brother however, was opposite. We are still the same way. But I will have an occasional beer. I do like Bourbon, but don't drink it much, due to my family history.
I had a buddy back in high school do the same with a bottle of sloe gin, his mom told us about puking and crying because he was dying, wish I had been there to see that but I was probably puking in private at my own house.
Ouzo. Got hammered on it in 1989. Last thing I remember is assaulting a Pepsi vending machine on the way home. No memories after that, although my girlfriend at the time told me a was a complete bastard the rest of the night. Haven't touched the stuff since and can't abide black licorice.
My first ever drinking experience was with sherry because my friend calculated there was more alcohol per $ in sherry than beer. I was an unconscious disaster and felt sick for several days afterwards. The smell of it still makes me wretch 50 years later.
"What's the word? Thunderbird. What's the price? Thirty twice. Who drink the mos'? Us black folks. Who drinks the less? That white mess." Sorry, forgot the rest of the words and never got down the routine for "The Signifyin' Monkey." Must be losin' my schoolin' from my ghetto upbringin'.
Malt duck! Three of us 18 yr olds drank a bunch of malt duck one night and spent the rest of the night kneeling around the toilet taking turns throwing up purple vomit.
Malt Duck... "Partying" with the relatives on the day they brought my little brother home. I have photos of me swigging down Malt Duck right out of the bottle, wasn't sure I liked it, but everyone was cheering me on! So I kept drinking... I was FOUR! Different times.
There's a hilarious essay "Contains Sulfites," about bottom-shelf wines. You can find it here: https://www.libertystorch.info/2018/12/15/nightmares-of-a-wine-enthusiast/ The author regards "Night Train" as "the best of the worst."
Haven't had a drink since my mid-20s in 1976. If I live to be 106, and you average it out, I'll still be considered a moderate to heavy social drinker.
Jose Quervo and Fireball at the same party...age 18. I woke up in a different county, in a bathtub, at an apartment I had never been to before. Made new friends scrubbing my inside off the carpet with bricks in my head and a Kraken trying to leave my stomach.
#14 blueberry mad dog? I quit drinking in 1973, guess I missed that treasure. One night in the barracks I got drunk as hell(actually a lot of nights) and started puking up red chunks. I freaked out and wanted someone to take me to the hospital since I was dying. Next day someone made a comment about me eating a whole bag of red licorice, good to know I wasn't dying. Another memory from the 60's- in the Philippines, you could get a pint of cheap rum from the corner store for the equivalent of 25 cents IIRC. It was like what I would imagine drinking kerosine would be.
Lots and lots of tequila shots. Woke up, feeling like shit. Needed something to drink. Pressed the button on the soda machine for ginger ale, a mountain dew drops. Drank it, and a minute later, the neon green fountain starts. Impressed myself with the color and range I was able to achieve. Was a rough morning...
I called those cheap high octane wines The Grapes of Wrath. Remember one time at my other family's house and they had a bottle of original in the fridge, I made some comments about it and informed their uncle drank it with 7Up.
If memory serves me correctly, those TV dinners were about $.37 in 1971. I was saving all I could for tuition and was living on a dollar a day for food (not counting alcohol, of course).
#14- One more alcohol story- age 19, drinking Peppermint Schnapps all night- puking for about 10 miles while driving home- on the bright side, it was the nicest smelling vomit I've ever had!
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ReplyDeleteWorse than Mad Dog is sloe gin. It was 45 years ago and if I even glance at a bottle of it, my mouth waters like just before vomiting.
That's me and regular gin. You can open a bottle on the other side of the room and I'll start gagging.
DeleteA party I went to in high school had a girl who was a meek and mild type. She drank a bunch of Orange Driver, I think a flavored vodka. After a couple of hours, she was on the grass in front of the house throwing up.
DeleteShe thought that she was dying because it looked like she was barfing red blood. Poor girl, I don't think she drank that stuff again.
This was the only party that I ever went to in high school, it was after some jazz band thing we played. I never drank there, I was considered a square back then. My twin brother however, was opposite. We are still the same way. But I will have an occasional beer. I do like Bourbon, but don't drink it much, due to my family history.
I had a buddy back in high school do the same with a bottle of sloe gin, his mom told us about puking and crying because he was dying, wish I had been there to see that but I was probably puking in private at my own house.
DeleteI had a quasi-religious experience with gin martinis back in the '70's. Haven't had one since.
DeleteYou should have tried my Uncle's "Basement Reserve," made from dandelions and birch.
DeleteI have not drank gin since 1982. It does not mix well with red wine, spaghetti and cigars. I can still see the bus.
DeleteOuzo. Got hammered on it in 1989. Last thing I remember is assaulting a Pepsi vending machine on the way home. No memories after that, although my girlfriend at the time told me a was a complete bastard the rest of the night. Haven't touched the stuff since and can't abide black licorice.
DeleteA lady I knew in HS told me about her drinking some red TJ Swan. Backed it up with a full bag of Cheetos. Guess the rest.
DeleteMy first ever drinking experience was with sherry because my friend calculated there was more alcohol per $ in sherry than beer. I was an unconscious disaster and felt sick for several days afterwards. The smell of it still makes me wretch 50 years later.
DeleteI drank almost a whole bottle of bourbon at a party when I was about 19. It took me probably 35 years before I could smell bourbon without gagging.
DeletePepe Lopez Tequila Joder eso!
Delete- WDS
# 14. Back in my day concord grape was the only flavor we could get... Get you drunk as a skunk and hung over like a muthafucker.
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#8 Salisbury sucked!
ReplyDelete#13 Orale! (yea, I'm the only Mexican that can't use Spanish letters)
I liked these
ReplyDeleteC’mon, Jo-Anne! Let's hear one of your REAL drinking stories.
Delete#14 Mad Dog 20/20. Drank many a bottle. Thunderbird too.
ReplyDelete"What's the word? Thunderbird.
DeleteWhat's the price? Thirty twice.
Who drink the mos'?
Us black folks.
Who drinks the less?
That white mess."
Sorry, forgot the rest of the words and never got down the routine for "The Signifyin' Monkey." Must be losin' my schoolin' from my ghetto upbringin'.
#1, I read that the $750 (max) was a loan, not a grant.
ReplyDeleteAnd worse, if you don't repay it, the feds put a lien on your real property. So tell me again how this wasn't a ploy to steal people's land.
Delete#14: Ate enough in the day to last me the rest of my life
ReplyDeleteNo more gin either. Twice was enough. Nor Malt Duck. I never experinced a MD2020 hangover cause it all came back up promptly
ReplyDeleteMalt duck! Three of us 18 yr olds drank a bunch of malt duck one night and spent the rest of the night kneeling around the toilet taking turns throwing up purple vomit.
DeleteMalt Duck... "Partying" with the relatives on the day they brought my little brother home. I have photos of me swigging down Malt Duck right out of the bottle, wasn't sure I liked it, but everyone was cheering me on! So I kept drinking... I was FOUR!
DeleteDifferent times.
Ouzo.
ReplyDeleteI never tried it after seeing two friends with god's own hangover caused by the stuff.
Night Train. Hangover like the worst ’flu you’ve ever had.
ReplyDeleteFor a laugh, look up “Bum Wine” on the web. Reviews of cheap wines in the style of reviews of expensive wines. Hilarious
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There's a hilarious essay "Contains Sulfites," about bottom-shelf wines. You can find it here: https://www.libertystorch.info/2018/12/15/nightmares-of-a-wine-enthusiast/
DeleteThe author regards "Night Train" as "the best of the worst."
i once lost an entire weekend from ouzo in Greece
ReplyDeleteMy brother drank enough Jager he was barfing actual blood and could not stop, took him to the hospital. Here's your sign!
ReplyDeleteHaven't had a drink since my mid-20s in 1976. If I live to be 106, and you average it out, I'll still be considered a moderate to heavy social drinker.
ReplyDeleteJose Quervo and Fireball at the same party...age 18. I woke up in a different county, in a bathtub, at an apartment I had never been to before. Made new friends scrubbing my inside off the carpet with bricks in my head and a Kraken trying to leave my stomach.
ReplyDelete#14 blueberry mad dog? I quit drinking in 1973, guess I missed that treasure. One night in the barracks I got drunk as hell(actually a lot of nights) and started puking up red chunks. I freaked out and wanted someone to take me to the hospital since I was dying. Next day someone made a comment about me eating a whole bag of red licorice, good to know I wasn't dying. Another memory from the 60's- in the Philippines, you could get a pint of cheap rum from the corner store for the equivalent of 25 cents IIRC. It was like what I would imagine drinking kerosine would be.
ReplyDeleteLots and lots of tequila shots. Woke up, feeling like shit. Needed something to drink. Pressed the button on the soda machine for ginger ale, a mountain dew drops. Drank it, and a minute later, the neon green fountain starts. Impressed myself with the color and range I was able to achieve.
ReplyDeleteWas a rough morning...
#8 With today's women, it could just be how she "cooks."
ReplyDeleteI called those cheap high octane wines The Grapes of Wrath. Remember one time at my other family's house and they had a bottle of original in the fridge, I made some comments about it and informed their uncle drank it with 7Up.
ReplyDeleteIf memory serves me correctly, those TV dinners were about $.37 in 1971. I was saving all I could for tuition and was living on a dollar a day for food (not counting alcohol, of course).
ReplyDelete#14- One more alcohol story- age 19, drinking Peppermint Schnapps all night- puking for about 10 miles while driving home- on the bright side, it was the nicest smelling vomit I've ever had!
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