{"id":529,"date":"2009-08-15T14:56:14","date_gmt":"2009-08-15T21:56:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=529"},"modified":"2025-11-07T10:32:52","modified_gmt":"2025-11-07T17:32:52","slug":"that-first-drunk-experience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=529","title":{"rendered":"That First Drunk Experience"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Everyone has one of these stories in their life.\u00a0 That first time you got really, really drunk.\u00a0 And its often the first time you drink because you have no idea what your tolerance is and your body is trying to scream &#8220;NO TOLERANCE&#8221; but you&#8217;re hearing &#8220;Mmghdhljgljelj!&#8221;<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">My childhood wasn&#8217;t as wild as others but it was extremely unsupervised.\u00a0 Both my parents worked full time and I think they were under the impression we were being &#8216;supervised&#8217; when we went to &#8220;play&#8221; at\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0&#8220;fill in the blank&#8221;s\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0house.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">So it was probably the summer between elementary school and Junior High that I was over at Nancy Batiski&#8217;s house with a group of kids, her age.\u00a0 Her parents were not home and we decided to raid the liquor cabinet.\u00a0 Someone made me a rum and coke.\u00a0 And probably\u00a0another one.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I was maybe 13 at the time with a group of 14 year old guys and girls.\u00a0 I was too drunk to know whether or not I was the only drunk one there and can only pray I wasn&#8217;t at the time.\u00a0 For I did embarrassing things like crawl around the room barking like a dog.\u00a0 And going up to a boy I had a faint crush on and asking him to speak, because I couldn&#8217;t see his face (lost my glasses at that point) but I&#8217;d know him by his voice.\u00a0 All the while knowing exactly who he was.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">To my fuddled memory I don&#8217;t know why Nancy and some of us moved the &#8220;party&#8221; six blocks away to the house of her boyfriend but we did.\u00a0 Once there she ended up in an argument with him.\u00a0 After a few minutes at the party I found her to tell her I felt sick and she advised me it was &#8216;all in my head&#8217;.\u00a0 Leaving her to her boyfriend drama I went to the bathroom to puke.\u00a0 After successfully doing that, Nancy burst in the room, crying and said, &#8220;What are you doing?&#8221;<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I told her, &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry&#8230; its all in my head.&#8221;\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">So she walks me the 5 blocks to my corner&#8230; I have no recollection of that experience I only remember leaving and then saying goodbye to Nancy at the corner of my street.\u00a0 I have no memory of getting from the corner of my street to my front porch (about half a\u00a0block down) but I remember standing there and making the inevitable Pact with God.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">&#8220;I swear if you get me through this without getting caught I will never, never touch alcohol again.&#8221;<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Miraculously, even though my mother&#8217;s car was in the drive, she wasn&#8217;t home.\u00a0 No one was in the living room and I managed to stagger to my room and collapse on the bed, face down.\u00a0 My brother walks into my room and exclaims,\u00a0 &#8220;Whew!\u00a0 You reek!&#8221;<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">&#8220;Don&#8217;t just stand there,&#8221; I mumble at him.\u00a0 &#8220;Get me some toothpaste.&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 I&#8217;m such a problem solver, even when drunk!\u00a0 He does and (remember I&#8217;m drunk here) I stick my tongue out.\u00a0 With a shrug my brother squirts toothpaste on my tongue and I react with a &#8220;Eewww&#8221; swipe it off my tongue with my hand, wiping it on my bedspread&#8230; and promptly pass out.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">About an hour or so later I wake up with no one the wiser.\u00a0 Completely hangover free (because I&#8217;m blessed that way) I go to the kitchen to see what&#8217;s for dinner.\u00a0 I pass my dad&#8217;s bottle of port, which I&#8217;d been stealing sips from because its sweet and delicious.\u00a0 I unscrew the cap and take a whiff and almost puke right there and then.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I was successfully able to keep my pack with God almost until I went to college.\u00a0 (Hello&#8230;Prom Night!)<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">To this day, wine tends to give me a headache, beer is an acquired taste I will NEVER acquire.\u00a0 4 sips of beer and I WILL be worshiping the porcelain god.\u00a0 Basically if it tastes alcoholic&#8230; I don&#8217;t really enjoy it.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Oh and I&#8217;m a Pepsi Girl thru and thru&#8230; can&#8217;t stand Coke.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Everyone has one of these stories in their life.\u00a0 That first time you got really, really drunk.\u00a0 And its often the first time you drink because you have no idea what your tolerance is and your body is trying to &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=529\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-529","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-just-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/529","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=529"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/529\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":539,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/529\/revisions\/539"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}