One of the most memorable is going through a 1/5 of rum underneath the Brooklyn bridge, yelling at the people making out to get a room...sitting on the edge of the rocks asking my friend if I fell in would he jump in to save me.
oh. the first time i got drunk, i drank a 6 pack of Fosters, threw up, passed out, then woke up and drove home. How I made it i don't know, but I was very concious of driving slow and staying between the lines - somehow.
my parents were waiting up for me, and since I was out a little later than anticipated, they sat me down and asked how my day was. I somehow managed to pull off being sober, but I still think to this day they knew I was drunk.
Next morning i didn't feel very hot. Moms made pancakes, and poured me a nice big glass of milk.
I had the feeling i shouldn't drink it, but I couldn't think of an excuse not to, so....I drank it.
You can guess what happened next...
I'm fortunate I don't have any bad experiences from drinking...