I was either 13 or 14 and it was my first proper party ever - and it was a house party full of troubled kids, all ages, with way too much freedom. I had no idea how to alcohol - no idea what a "drink" was supposed to look like and all alcohol tasted bad, but I knew I was supposed to get drunk. So I went to the kitchen alone, found a tumbler, and filled it to the brim with vodka like I would've done with water (again - no context for how much booze one was supposed to drink). Because it tasted awful, I just downed the whole glass as fast as possible.
Following that, there was tent in the backyard where people were smoking joints. I was feeling the vodka pretty hard by this point and once again - I had no idea that mixing the two might've been a bad idea, nor how much weed was a proper amount. So when someone handed me two joints I figured I was supposed to smoke them (and I did).
I ended up crawling under a coffee table and then pushing up on all fours to destroy every glass on the thing in one fell swoop, tackling a Christmas tree, intentionally falling down the stairs because it felt like bouncing in a bouncy castle, and crying for a long time (unrelated to the stairs). So all in all, not the worst it could've been.
I wasn't cool enough to go to parties where people got naked. This was the kind of party where everyone (men and women alike) wore a lot of eyeliner and there tended to be a few people crying.
I was either 13 or 14 and it was my first proper party ever - and it was a house party full of troubled kids, all ages, with way too much freedom. I had no idea how to alcohol - no idea what a "drink" was supposed to look like and all alcohol tasted bad, but I knew I was supposed to get drunk. So I went to the kitchen alone, found a tumbler, and filled it to the brim with vodka like I would've done with water (again - no context for how much booze one was supposed to drink). Because it tasted awful, I just downed the whole glass as fast as possible.
Following that, there was tent in the backyard where people were smoking joints. I was feeling the vodka pretty hard by this point and once again - I had no idea that mixing the two might've been a bad idea, nor how much weed was a proper amount. So when someone handed me two joints I figured I was supposed to smoke them (and I did).
I ended up crawling under a coffee table and then pushing up on all fours to destroy every glass on the thing in one fell swoop, tackling a Christmas tree, intentionally falling down the stairs because it felt like bouncing in a bouncy castle, and crying for a long time (unrelated to the stairs). So all in all, not the worst it could've been.
It's kind of a miracle you're still with us to tell us about it!
I think there are a few people I know in real life who would agree with that sentiment!
Your clothes stayed on, that's a plus.
I wasn't cool enough to go to parties where people got naked. This was the kind of party where everyone (men and women alike) wore a lot of eyeliner and there tended to be a few people crying.