My First Experience with Drinking

Inspired by Mr. Dan Kaschel

Published on March 21, 2004 By mittens In Blogging

Having just read Dan Kaschel's article of the same name, I figured it's about time I do the same thing he did, and share my first drinking experience (though, unlike Dan, my experience was about 3 months ago, as compared to his being a few days ago). It was a very pleasant Saturday night here at the University of Michigan, and I had been having a typical day in the life of Trent Polack (i.e., I spent most of the day hanging out with my friends and roommate, just playing games all day). However, one of my friend's suggested visiting some of the "womenfolk," as he called them, on the floor above us. I had only known a couple of them, at most, and didn't know them very well at that; but I was a bit high on some vicodin at the time, as it was a bad headache day for me, so it sounded like a good idea.

SIDE STORY: I have two narcotic choices for headaches: the "mild" (by my standards, a "mild" headache is the average person's "pounding" headache) daily headaches, in which case I take a darvocet + 800mg of ibuprofen. Then there are the "bad" headache days in which I take a darvocet + 800mg of ibuprofen, and if that doesn't do anything within the first hour, I take about 375mg of vicodin (half of a 750mg pill), which tends to cure the problem for a little while. END SIDE STORY.

So, my friend and I went up to visit the "womenfolk" and, as it were, they were planning on going out to party that night. I decided that I hadn't really gotten out of my dorm much since the university's "Freshman Welcome Week," so I asked them if they would mind if I came along; to which they replied that they would be happy to have me come along. Soon after, they whipped out two bottles of some obscure type of interesting-smelling most-likely intoxicating liquid, of which they poured into three or four shot glasses, and offered me one. To this, I replied with something along the lines of "Um, actually, I'm not a big fan of drinking." They asked if I've ever drank before, and I replied with a simple "Well... uh, no." Well, being that I was the only straight guy in the room (there was one other guy, who I found out soon after was quite gay, but more on that in a moment), they all did a little girly *gasp* and shoved the shot glass right into my hand, and told me that I "needed" to drink. I, quite uncharacteristically, gave in and drained the shot glass, which was promptly followed by my draining about four more shot glasses.

Well, soon after we set off to the University of Michigan's Central Campus, in search of a "good party" (which, looking back upon this notion, seems an oxymoron) to which we could "meet guys," granted I disagreed with this goal, but as I found out, the other guy that was with us was quite into the idea of meeting other guys. He also asked me to make-out with him at some point, which kind of disturbed me, but thankfully he moved on soon after. Alas, I was the only one in the group that was actually interested in the female gender of our species. We ended up wandering around looking for a party for a while, ended up at some house party, with people pissing all over the backyard, and a "dance room" the size of my dorm room, with people performing some "interesting" dances, in a room that was hotter than hell on a hot day without any air conditioning. For some reason, even if I was quite drunk, the whole environment just didn't appeal to me. So I found one of the girls I was with, and just walked around the place and talked to her. Turns out she was actually "watching over me" (which was a novel idea to me at the time, as I had trouble grasping the idea of how watching the area over me was of any of my concern), and, with the both of us decently bored, we departed for a bus-stop to head back to our dorms on North Campus.

By the time we actually reached the bus-stop, I was definately having troubles walking, and staying awake. I ended up falling asleep on the girl while waiting for the bus, which I guess was a bad move, because apparently she was telling me about how she "liked" me. By the time we got back to the dorms, I was almost completely helpless as far as motor skills go, and when she let go of me, I simply flopped to the ground like a fish experiencing the notion of "hard ground, no water" for the first time. So she, and the friend from the beginning of this article who had the idea of visiting the "womenfolk" helped me to my bed, where I just flopped down and woke up almost 14 hours later.

Oh yeah, and I experimented with drinking twice more after that night, and since then, have sworn it off for the foreseeable future. Drinking, and the whole college party scene as a whole, really isn't my thing.

Comments

new-age nomad

on Mar 21, 2004

I don't guess I have a story like ya'lls. My dad has given us alcohol every since i can remember, so for me to drink would be like reliving my childhood. lol

Trinitie

qrush

on Mar 21, 2004

I'm happy that my parents don't drink. Friends of mine whose parents do however, I hear bad stories from.

mittens

on Mar 21, 2004

My biological dad has always been a big drinker. Which is part of the reason I really dislike drinking now (which, if you think about it, is kind of radical deperature over a short period of time).

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