I never really drank any alcohol underage. There was a political event on my college campus, and this guy organized an after party. I wound-up getting served a beer less than ten days before my 21st birthday. For my birthday, I attended a Mariners game, and had beers with my family in the Pyramid Ale House beer garden before the start. Two days later, my sister and brother-in-law took me to a bar called Mickfinsters.
Then I returned to campus for a summer session to take three classes I needed. Grabbed a box of Coors Light, and had some with my dorm food.
I attended annual training on McChord Field, and located a pub called the Hide-a-Way. The bartender gave me a souvenir beer glass that I still have, with an AF program design called Coin Force. I ordered a couple of Blue Moons, and still love it to this day.
Finally, my best friend visited from Milwaukee, and hosted his second annual hotel party. With us mostly all being legal age, it promised to be wilder than the first edition. I consumed Becks beer, Captain Morgan, and Gentleman Jack. Right in the middle of some philosophical discussion, I crawled over to a trashcan and threw-up. Probably the drunkest I've ever been, yet, still so damn predictable. I crawled back to where I was sitting, and picked-up again right where I had left off.
Here's to 2007.