tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921119446130836418.post4611894620390155176..comments2024-03-15T02:13:34.645+13:00Comments on Mrs D Is Going Without: Aaahhhh, alcohol buzz...Mrs Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110933370498728198noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921119446130836418.post-66578420843829492192013-07-13T11:20:22.186+12:002013-07-13T11:20:22.186+12:00I remember the first time I got drunk, by accident...I remember the first time I got drunk, by accident. I think I was about 4 or 5 and my older cousins, whom we were visiting in the prairies (in Canada) were having beers in the beautiful great outdoors. I picked up one of the beers and proceeded to drink it because it tasted good. A while later my cousin noticed I’d polished off most of his beer and he was coming after me. I laughed and ran and was dizzy with happiness… he caught me and threw me over his knee for a “good” old-fashioned spanking. It hurt but I was delirious with excitement and had a good buzz on so I was BULLET PROOF. I laughed even more. My first experience taught me that I loved alcohol and it softened the blow - being the emotional Pisces that I am - and the rest is history. You know, it’s the one friend I’ve always had, even though it can be my worst enemy. Well, we’re all our own worst enemies, aren’t we?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com