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Sips of beer when I was a kid.
Or if you mean for real, a shot of vodka that did not stay down.
Vodka with orange juice I think
Sips of beer from my parents when I was a child.
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.
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.
Sorry i am no english native speaker… Did you have rum and cocain or rum and coca-cola?
The latter. Not even coca-cola gets to have cocaine in it anymore.
My dad let me taste a tiny amount of some forgettable beer when I was a teen. I didn’t really like it and didn’t actually start drinking until I was 22 (largely because of rampant alcoholism on all sides of my family)
Whiskey (Wild Turkey I think) when I was teething. I know I was told to rub it on the gums of my siblings being the oldest. First I got drunk on was moonshine when I was 8. Cool step uncle used to give me cigarettes, booze and weed. I kept an eye on his still and weed plants out in the woods.
Yukon Jack at 14.
Fucking disgusting.
My cousins and I made some drink one year at a New Years party when we found ourselves alone in the kitchen. I don’t remember the booze, but we mixed it with juicy juice. I was 12. I sipped the cup being passed around us 6-7 cousins, but none of us drank enough for effect.
Two years later it was yukon jack with friends. I remember falling asleep in the park.
The first time I got “wasted” I was 17. I don’t fucking remember what we were drinking. I do remember I party fouled the bowl of weed being passed around though lol
I stole a Coors Lite from my folks fridge at 16. Tasted gross. Stole liquor from the pantry a few times after that. Never managed to get drunk off of it, since I couldnt steal enough without being concerned they would notice.
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.
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. 🤢
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.
A sip of red wine the adults said was the blood of a man who lived about 2,000 years ago.
First sip aside from magic ceremonies, a cold beer alongside a ham sandwich while working outside. Probably an american lager like Coors or Bud Light.
All I got was grape juice :(
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.
