Aiight...first, state your age, when you had your first few sips of joy juice, and a good drankin' story or 2.
I'm 20 (until October), and my first taste was on October 7th, 1999 on my 15th birthday. I had 2 beers, and was feeling REAL good. Since then, I've mastered the art of drinking on the job, working 12 hours with a hangover, drinking and driving, talking to cops while ****, keeping myself stable while **** around my parents....you name it, and I've prolly done it up.
One nite around 2003, I went to my cousins house party in Decatur alabama (about 20-25 minutes from my house). I had 5 beers, 2 cups of some white boy stuff, some Goldslager (that's some good stuff), AND I hit the blunt a few times. I left the party around 2am after the old lady called wanting me to come thru her crib....i was feeling riiiiight that nite. My cousin was in worse shape than I was. We hit 90mph on the freeway, my stereo was blasting "Damn" by Youngbloodz, and I was driving with my head outta the window 4 half of the ride. I was "official" that nite.
What really surprises me is how I can drink around (some of) my folks. When I snuck my first beers at age 15, I wouldn't have EVER thought that my older fam could stomach watching drown drinks like the day before prohibition.
Funny thing is, I hadn't had a sip in about a month, and hadn't been "Officially in High Definition" since new years eve. I'll tell that story in a lil' bit.
My name is La Toya and I took my first sip of hennessy when I was 17.
* the crowd says, HI LaToya.*
I have a few drinkin stories, but I'll just share a couple .
#1-- I was at a house party with my man and a group of our friends in Buckhead, GA. I had my first sip of the night aroud 9 which was grey goose and grape fruit juice. I was okay until I had my third drink and then I was stupid for the rest of the night. We left around 2 am and I was stumblin all over the place in 5 in heels and fell on my a$$ on the damn street. Made out with my man in the back seat of his friends car the whole way home and proceeded to have the greatest night with my man EVER (after he **** on the side walk out of his damn mind).*let's just say that I had multiples that night ladies...wink wink*
#2-- I was at the club The Living Room in ATL gettin my little groove on. Me, my man and our group of friends were all in V.I.P. poppin moet drinkin drinks called "that good sh*t" and "The Hulk". Well lets just say that the evening got crazy. I got so **** that I turned into a freak on the dance floor. One friend **** on the damn bar, one was gettin confronted in the bathroom, one was freakin a girl on the floor and me??? I was sittin down in V.I.P. ready to leave cause I couldn't even keep my eyes open.
The moral of these stories are:
Don't drink to the point where you can't handle yourself. I still drink, but not as much as I did then.
I got **** on a cruise ship last year. My cousin let me use her card since I was a minor. So, I just buying the dern bar up. 99 Berrys, Corona(a bunch of those), and daquaries and what not. So by the time I'm good and **** it's like 1:30AM and we were on the pool deck. How about I was throwing toothpick at the people in the pool, at the bartender, random people sitting down minding their business.
Then there was another time when me and my friends were SUPPOSED to be watching Finding Nemo. But apparently we found something else. :lol: all our **** was tore up in the morning.
Well yesterday was prom night soo.....
I had some Hypnotiq (my fave) "disguised" in a bottle of apple juice and some E&J (strooong **** brandy) as well..Within an hour I was soooo gone..sooo gone that I got the courage to show my crush how I was feeling...Mmmm we "made-out" all night and it wuz soooooo great :-D ..I almost forgot about the V-Power for a second there... :razz:
Last night was crazy. Apparently, when I was fixing my half a cup I poured more vodlka in my cup than cranberry juice. I had so much fun. We were chillin in the dorm. I was straight wildin (talking shyt, just plain talking about nothing and stumbling all over the place) and everytime I looked up someone was throwing a pillow at me.
