my first drunk experience was at 14. found some alcohol in the fridge/on the counter (don’t remember which), the places my dad usually leaves his alc. poured myself some when he was in the other room and drank it in front of my friend on facetime.
didn’t quite vomit but nearly did. he told me i was entertaining but also really weird (kept talking about communism and communist china?)
i also remember saying “i love you” to him but he fortunately hung up right before i said that.
14 as well. I used to play in a marching band as a kid and we traveled abroad for a couple concerts over a long weekend: picture an unsupervized child surrounded by enabling adults in Southern Germany with access to free beer for one night.
I drank almost 3 liters of beer (yeah German beer is better than any other, sorry), got escorted to my hotel room by our town mayor, where I proceeded to expel my soul via esophagus and… March and play on the morning of the next day.
I was right in front of the bass drum.
20 years later I can steel feel every hit like a clear pain deep in my skull bones.