My First Underage Drinking Experience
The first time I got drunk was my freshman in high school. I know perhaps, that some people will think that this is erroneous but I did not want to be the kid who was too scared to try it, demonstrating peer pressure at it’s finest. My Mom dropped me off at my best friend Thomas’s house around six o’clock that night so I could attend the first football game of the year. I arrived at Thomas’s house expecting to just hang out and play some video games before the game started. As I walked inside the house I was greeted by Thomas’s Mom, who said, “The boys are in Thomas’ room”. I walked down the dark hallway until I came to Thomas’s door, and reached to twist the doorknob, but it would not budge. Suddenly, the door busted open, revealing Thomas and two of our friends Vince and Tony inside. Thomas pulled me in then locked the door again behind me. In front of me to my surprise was a glass bottle with white letters on it, which spelled out “V-O-D-K-A”. Thomas handed me the bottle along with a bottle of “Sunny D” and told me to drink the vodka first then the orange juice directly after. I put my head back to take a swig of this unfamiliar drink, seemingly unafraid of the challenge. As the clear liquid entered my mouth my face began to cringe and I slammed the bottle down immediately and began to chug the orange juice. After the orange juice I was convinced that it was not that bad of an idea and to keep drinking. As time went on we became progressively drunk, but still made it to the game and back to Thomas’s house safe enough to go to bed that night.