I don’t care for the prompts for today, so I’m going with the other prompt from yesterday.
1. Tell a story about a time you got drunk before you were legally able to do so.
Alcohol has never been a big deal in my family. I wasn’t out like all my friends drinking and partying it up because I didn’t need to. If I wanted to drink, I could drink at home. There was no mystique about drinking. My mom used to make runs for us to keep the fridge and bar stocked before we were old enough to do it on our own.
And in fact, my mom snuck me into BrewHaHa at the Nugget when I was just 20 years old. My boyfriend at the time didn’t want to come with us, so it was Mom, me, and her boyfriend at the time. I remember being terrified that I was going to be “caught”. Afterall, you had to be 21 to be there in the first place. I didn’t have a fake ID, and they were supposed to checking IDs at the door. Mom reminded me that if you act like you belong, most people aren’t going to question it or you. So that’s what we did.
Once we were in the door, the fun began. At Brew HaHa, you’re given a pint glass when you walk in the door and up to the fill line, samples are free. If you find a beer you like, you are more than welcome to purchase tickets for $3 pints and continue drinking to your heart’s content.
The beer wasn’t the only reason to head to Brew HaHa, though. Our favorite band Mumbo Gumbo used to headline the festival. There’s nothing quite like enjoying good beer and dancing around the dance floor to your favorite band.
I certainly did enjoy myself. I sampled a ton of beers, settling on the dark ones, using the tickets that Mom’s boyfriend kept supplying. At some point in the evening, I decided that dancing on the table was a better idea than dancing on the dance floor, and I had a grand time. I don’t remember if someone told me to get off the table, but I imagine that they in fact did. Drunk girl dancing on top of an 8-top banquet table? yeah, super great liability for the casino.
Shortly before we went home, I was captivated by 2 balloons. I was determined to take them home to my boyfriend because I thought he needed to know exactly what he had missed out on. Somehow, though, I lost one of them on the way home, and I was inconsolable about the loss of my one balloon. I remember when we finally got home, my boyfriend was trying to comfort me on the loss of my balloon by telling me that at least I still had one balloon left. One balloon is not so good as two balloons, even though it is certainly better than no balloons, but try telling that to someone who’s had a few craft beers too many.
Eventually I got put into bed, and the night just turned into a fuzzy memory. A good fuzzy memory, but a memory nonetheless.
What is your best underage drinking memory? I know most of us have a few of them. Feel free to share!