Leftover warm Heineken at the bottom of a bottle. After a dinner party thrown by my parents. Snuck a little swig while the grownups were outside saying goodbye. I must have been 9 or 10-yo. Tasted like snakebite. Just awful.
Didn’t go near beer till midway through college.
MGD (Miller genuine draft) when I was Six.
Dad puts water down and I’m always allowed to drink from it, he always had super chilled water with ice. It always tasted good.
He put this thing down, it was ice cold so I took my normal two gulps. He comes back from the bathroom and yells at my older brother asking if he took a drink of his beer. “No, I hate the taste of beer”
Looks down at me with a giant ass grin on my face.
I had a deal with my Dad. If I get him a beer, he’ll give me the first sip. I remember it being gross. 🤢
I think it was a bottle of Miller draft, dad let me have a sip when I was 15 or so. It tasted so gross I stayed away from beer and alcohol until well into my 20’s, I just couldn’t understand why people drank that stuff.
Eventually realized not all beer tastes the same haha.
Like most US teens: Stolen beer.
Ahem. Illegally purchased beer. Thank you.
To this day, I always wonder about the boots who actually bought stuff for my crew of teenaged degenerates. We almost always cold approached strangers around the liquor store, and always found at least one person within (on average) 30 minutes.
It was actually kinda rare for someone to take a cut too (though did happen occasionally). I know I don’t fuck with that as an adult now, the fines are pretty severe (and were back then too).
It was my grandmother’s homemade plum wine.
She has passed away now, so it remains a very strong memory for me.
Cheap French lager in one of those stubby bottles. Funny how I remember the taste favourably even though I don’t like lager these days.
Wine. Red wine.
I was still a little kid and tasted it from my granddad’s glass, just a sip. I begged to be allowed to taste it, as I wanted to do like all the grown ups were doing. I hated the taste. That changed as I grew older.
Nowadays, approx the same age my granddad was back then, I don’t drink wine anymore but I certainly don’t hate the taste ;)
Champagne in Reims when i was 12 Was good. But i dont drink alcohole in anything
Sip of beer, mostly foam, almost certainly a yuengling or Budweiser.
Also would occasionally have a small glass of wine or champagne for holiday dinners and such.
Liquor was a shot of some kind of fruity vodka, chased with some Gatorade. I was about 18 or 19, didn’t really drink but my girlfriend did, and she wanted to have a drink with me so I obliged. Only time I drank with her.
Couple years later I was still living at home, I was about 19 or 20, parents were out of town and I was looking to make dinner. Found a recipe that sounded good that called for some beer, texted my parents I was gonna use a beer for cooking and got the ok. Used about half the beer, drank the other half. I believe it was a yuengling Oktoberfest.
First proper time drinking was about 2 weeks before I turned 21. I stayed on with my old scout troop as a leader, and we were going to be away on a week long canoe trip over my birthday. I was at a friend’s shore house hanging out for a few days, and since a couple of us were 21, we grabbed a case of beer, I believe corona and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black. We didn’t go hard, we sat on the deck, smoked some cigars, had some scotch and a couple beers, but mostly we just hung out, went to the beach, and played D&D.
After I got back from my trip, for my first legal drink I went out with some coworkers after work. Had a few Yuenglings and a shot of Jack. Had a nice buzz going so I walked home. Had the hiccups most of the way.
7 or 8 shots of vodka on my 15th birthday. I was pretty sure the hangover was going to kill me…
A half pint of Smithwick’s in The Long Dock in Carrigaholt, Co. Clare, Ireland, in the late 90s. I was 14. It was glory in a glass.
Beer if you count the sip my dad gave me as a toddler.
Plum rice wine if you count my first real underage drinking experience.
My first legal drink was rumple minze.
Bad decisions all around.
Grandad let me have a taste of whiskey when I was a kitten, maybe five or six. I didn’t like it.
Mom took me on a vacation to NYC a few months after my 21st birthday. Had a rum&coke during an off-Broadway showing of Spamalot. It was acceptable.
Budweiser in the middle of the night at a party on the shore of Lake Cumberland in Kentucky.
The party was great, but the “beer” was so thoroughly disgusting that I have not drunk it since and that was 35 years ago.
Life is too short to drink bad beer.
At seventeen, I drank several beers to see if I could get used to the awful taste. The answer turned out to be “no”. It put me off alcohol for life.
I have tried various a lot of different drinks, but I have never found anything alcoholic that I actually like. I am now in my 60’s and I’m perfectly happy with not drinking.
I’m in my middle 50’s. There are alcoholic drinks I do like, but Miller and Budweiser and not among them. The wife and I will have wine, typically a Malbac or Chianti, with dinner a few times a month, then I’ll use the rest of the bottle to cook with. My local liquor store has a great selection of beers that you can mix and match. I usually pick up a 6 pack, especially when Dopplebocks are in season. A local brewery here has a “Dark Dopplebock” that is really good. Those 6 will sit in my fridge over the next several months until I slowly get to them.
