My parents always used to let me take a sip of their drinks here and there when I was in the single-digit age, and once I got to be about 14 I was allowed to have a glass of wine with dinner on Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I never really did much binge drinking when I was legal, or even college-age. I've gotten drunk, sure, but I've only ever had a few hangovers, and I've only ever thrown up from drinking twice. Ironically, that didn't happen until I was about 33 or so.
Alcohol didn't have a lot of mystique for me. Neither did the bar scene. I attribute a lot of that to spending endless Saturdays with my dad while my mom was working. My grandfather was a serious alcoholic, and my dad always liked to hang out with him on Saturdays. My grandfather liked to frequent bars full of aging redneck/white trash alcoholic types where the only stuff on the jukebox was country music. That was in the '70s, so I endured a lot of unimaginable horror on that front.
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When I first started drinking the whole point for me was to get drunk. I never did throw up until I was in my late 20s though. I just spent the next day in utter agony and thinking it was cool because I had a great time the night before. I used to think that if I went out and didn't get plastered, I'd wasted the night. But that didn't last more than a couple of years and I didn't go out every weekend thankfully.
After that the point of drinking was to get buzzed, not drunk, and then it became something that started off the weekend and then it became, eh, whatever. It's not like I don't have my champagne nearly every Friday or Saturday night, but sometimes I look up on Friday night and find out it's 10:30 and I haven't even had my first glass so I say fuck it.
But I can see where alcohol would have no mystique for you. Definitely. Yuck.
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I never really did much binge drinking when I was legal, or even college-age. I've gotten drunk, sure, but I've only ever had a few hangovers, and I've only ever thrown up from drinking twice. Ironically, that didn't happen until I was about 33 or so.
Alcohol didn't have a lot of mystique for me. Neither did the bar scene. I attribute a lot of that to spending endless Saturdays with my dad while my mom was working. My grandfather was a serious alcoholic, and my dad always liked to hang out with him on Saturdays. My grandfather liked to frequent bars full of aging redneck/white trash alcoholic types where the only stuff on the jukebox was country music. That was in the '70s, so I endured a lot of unimaginable horror on that front.
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After that the point of drinking was to get buzzed, not drunk, and then it became something that started off the weekend and then it became, eh, whatever. It's not like I don't have my champagne nearly every Friday or Saturday night, but sometimes I look up on Friday night and find out it's 10:30 and I haven't even had my first glass so I say fuck it.
But I can see where alcohol would have no mystique for you. Definitely. Yuck.
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