Who did you have your FIRST beer with?.....

I split a bottle with my Dad. I was around 10.
He was unaware we were splitting a bottle. (I think.)
A cold longneck Schoenling with magical qualities.
Thanks for the memories....

 

I went to a party with my brother who was two years ahead of me in school. I believe he was a junior and I was a freshmen. I was handed a Bud Light. It tasted like ass.

Then, for a period of time in my life Bud Light didn't taste like ass.

Now it tastes like ass again.

Maybe this is what that song "The Circle of Life" is about.....

 

I had Dixie cups of PBR from my grandfather as young as 5 or so, but I don't think that really counts. Had my first full beer (Coors light I believe) in 1986 or was it 87 at RFK stadium in DC at Monsters of Rock festival (Kingdom Come, Metallica, Dokken, Scorpions, and Van Halen/Hagar headlined). What a show...Metallica and Scorpoins owed it. I was 15 and went with older delinquent friends. I think the guy who drove us was out on parole and 5 of us squeezed into a superbeetle that looked more like a dune buggy and couldn't have been street legal. Only had that 1 beer. Too paranoid and scared with the characters I was hanging with. I felt like "Waldo" from Hot for Teacher video that day.

 

My first beer was a Pearl Chubbie. Thanks, Dad!

 

First beer was a Coors Light with my dad. Working in the shed. Good times!

 

I'd say it was 1968 or 69, I was 11 or 12. Where I hung out it was the natural progression of things. Cigarettes, beer...
Come Friday night and the Shaefer beer was flowing which was the beer of the time. 55 cents a quart. It was a few years before Miller took over then later Bud. Well, of course there was Boones Farm wine in between as well as some Ripple.
My first beer was with the boys

 

My buddy and I split a Negra Modelo that I stole from my old man, along with a full pack of his Winston Lights. Neither of us enjoyed the beer very much, but we dug the smokes. Go figure...

 

Stole a sip of grandpas Bud....i must have been like 5....he was pissed and i cant remember wether i liked it or not but i cant imagine i did

 

My mom let me take a sip of her beer while visiting Busch Gardens in Florida. It was 1971 and I was 6 years old. To the amusement of all adults in the vicinity, I took a gulp of Busch and promptly spat it out on the sidewalk, making a big, foamy mess (to my mind, anyway). My mom and her boyfriend had a good laugh.

My first REAL beer (I drank a whole glass and kept it down) was with a friend at a BJ's Brewery in Woodland Hills, CA in 2000.

 

With my Grandfather. I had just finished mowing his lawn (my Grandparents lived two doors down from me), when I finished he came out and said "it is time you learned a good lesson." I thought I had screwed up mowing the lawn somehow, or did something wrong. Then he comes out with a can of Hamm's, and said "might as well be drunk as the way you are." Which made no sense to me at the time. I was about 10

 

My Uncle. It was summer vacation (from school ). We both shared a PBR (the beer had a Blue ribbon on the can) . I was like 6 or 7. He told me if you tell your mom, I'll kill you and bury you next to the shed. I'm from KY, so I know he meant it.

 

Neighborhood kids during a neighborhood party, purloined on the sly from a keg of Olympia (I think it was).

I was about seven or eight. Hated it.

 

Dad. Budweiser from a can watching Football.

 

Chuck Norris. Sitting around a campfire, spit roasting an elk he one finger death punched and butchered/dressed.It was a can of Ten Fiddy. He crushed an unopened can against his forehead and didn't spill a drop. When I regained consciousness, I cleaned the blood from my eyes and had a Newcastle.

It was actually with my friends at a house party, but saying that felt too repetitive for this discussion.

 

My father let me try one of his beers when I was around 13/14. I still remember the taste of those silver bullets. Glad he at least moved on to Sam Adams and YUENGLING, I'm tryin still to open his eyes

 

My mother gave me a Budweiser when I was about 11.

 

Had a sip of my grandfather's Michelob back when I was probably 2 or 3. Everyone thought it was funny.

 

That's cool mate, my dad loves Rochefort 10. He used to drink Crazy Horse.

 

As a young boy I was an amateur magician, I often made my dad’s Ballantine Ale disappear.