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My mate had a party last night (his 16th) and of course there was all the beer, spirits etc. This is to be expected at a 16th birthday party. But it really opened my eyes to one thing that links back to my holiday this summer – how some people can really abuse their privilege to have a drink when underage.
When we went to Turkey this summer with some family friends of ours (whose son is one of my better friends and shares my birthday), we were allowed to go out to dinner with some over guys we met there. Our ages ranged from 11 to 15 (15 being me and my friend). The others all thought it would be ‘cool’ to drink some booze whilst the parents weren’t there. “They’ll never know” etc. So what happened? Basically, the Turks aren’t the best rule enforcers, and so this was another reason why we should all be ‘cool’.
So, we ordered the drinks. I had a Malibu and Coke, and then drank Sage Tea for the rest of the evening. One of the others had the same, but didn’t drink Sage Tea. We were both fine. Everyone else thought it would be “great!” to get Cherry and Vodka. I tried a bit; it was ok, I guess. ‘One wont hurt them’ I thought. But no, these people were just too cool - they needed more. The main culprit was my friend – we were the oldest ones, therefore we are the more responsible ones. Apparently not – he had too much and was gone. Now, in a party or something, this is ok. But getting drunk in town leads to simple embarrassment. Those of us that were ok just watched and felt our cheeks go red as those that were drunk made fools out of themselves in the nice quiet town where we were dining (for want of a more appropriate word for the situation).
Basically, it was a farce. But when we got back to the hotel, they got what was coming to them. When they said, “They’ll never know”, I believed them, but when you go staggering back to your parents and you can hardly stand up straight it becomes obvious what has gone on. There was also proof from others – some people from our hotel had seen us in town and had told our parents we had been drinking.
The punishment was surprisingly small (although a harsher one may have been installed upon returning to England, I am led to believe), which was out of order, really. The two 11 year olds with us were girls, and at 11pm, in a town you do not know, the last thing you want is for those who are looking after you to act like a***s. I thought about this, and this is why I did not drink more than one alcoholic beverage, and I was satisfied that I had been able to look after the people that really needed me. My friend was simply selfish – desperate to impress this girl we met (who was also drunk). She keeps telling me she “Luvs” me, anyway, so it obviously didn’t work.
Now, back to the party. At this party last night, there was a whole fridge full of alcohol. Lots of drinks in different strengths – from beer to vodka, and reefs to Malibu, but this is where it is interesting. Despite all the alcohol, and the relaxed environment, only one person got truly hammered, and he fell asleep on the floor anyway. My friend that I went on holiday with was not at the party – he doesn’t know the host, but I thought about him. How odd that 25 or so teenagers can act responsibly enough with that much alcohol around – yet another can act like a complete faeces-head when you really need him not to. Think about it.
When we went to Turkey this summer with some family friends of ours (whose son is one of my better friends and shares my birthday), we were allowed to go out to dinner with some over guys we met there. Our ages ranged from 11 to 15 (15 being me and my friend). The others all thought it would be ‘cool’ to drink some booze whilst the parents weren’t there. “They’ll never know” etc. So what happened? Basically, the Turks aren’t the best rule enforcers, and so this was another reason why we should all be ‘cool’.
So, we ordered the drinks. I had a Malibu and Coke, and then drank Sage Tea for the rest of the evening. One of the others had the same, but didn’t drink Sage Tea. We were both fine. Everyone else thought it would be “great!” to get Cherry and Vodka. I tried a bit; it was ok, I guess. ‘One wont hurt them’ I thought. But no, these people were just too cool - they needed more. The main culprit was my friend – we were the oldest ones, therefore we are the more responsible ones. Apparently not – he had too much and was gone. Now, in a party or something, this is ok. But getting drunk in town leads to simple embarrassment. Those of us that were ok just watched and felt our cheeks go red as those that were drunk made fools out of themselves in the nice quiet town where we were dining (for want of a more appropriate word for the situation).
Basically, it was a farce. But when we got back to the hotel, they got what was coming to them. When they said, “They’ll never know”, I believed them, but when you go staggering back to your parents and you can hardly stand up straight it becomes obvious what has gone on. There was also proof from others – some people from our hotel had seen us in town and had told our parents we had been drinking.
The punishment was surprisingly small (although a harsher one may have been installed upon returning to England, I am led to believe), which was out of order, really. The two 11 year olds with us were girls, and at 11pm, in a town you do not know, the last thing you want is for those who are looking after you to act like a***s. I thought about this, and this is why I did not drink more than one alcoholic beverage, and I was satisfied that I had been able to look after the people that really needed me. My friend was simply selfish – desperate to impress this girl we met (who was also drunk). She keeps telling me she “Luvs” me, anyway, so it obviously didn’t work.
Now, back to the party. At this party last night, there was a whole fridge full of alcohol. Lots of drinks in different strengths – from beer to vodka, and reefs to Malibu, but this is where it is interesting. Despite all the alcohol, and the relaxed environment, only one person got truly hammered, and he fell asleep on the floor anyway. My friend that I went on holiday with was not at the party – he doesn’t know the host, but I thought about him. How odd that 25 or so teenagers can act responsibly enough with that much alcohol around – yet another can act like a complete faeces-head when you really need him not to. Think about it.
It makes sense
I first got wasted on a bottle of wine at a party my mum and dad were having when I was about 13. My parents had quite an active social life when I was younger, and there was always parties and bbq's in the summer etc.
Thing is, by the time I started going out with my mates drinking, about age 16, I had enough experience to never do anthing stupid. Sure, I've got really drunk and thrown up all over the place, but I think it helped to be allowed drink when I was younger, under the watchful eye of my parents, as it took some of the mystery and excitement away, so I was more sensible when I was drinking away from home.
That makes sense in my head, but not quite so sure it does now I've written it down...
Thing is, by the time I started going out with my mates drinking, about age 16, I had enough experience to never do anthing stupid. Sure, I've got really drunk and thrown up all over the place, but I think it helped to be allowed drink when I was younger, under the watchful eye of my parents, as it took some of the mystery and excitement away, so I was more sensible when I was drinking away from home.
That makes sense in my head, but not quite so sure it does now I've written it down...
Beer is class.
But I'm not sure that drinking underage is.
I had my first drink at 15, outside a spar shop in Lostock Hall (a place, not a real hall). I got a bigger boy to buy it for me, along with 10 Berkeley red (cigarettes).
But now, working at somerfield, I see parents asking their kids what alcoholic drink they want. sad, sad sad.
But I'm not sure that drinking underage is.
I had my first drink at 15, outside a spar shop in Lostock Hall (a place, not a real hall). I got a bigger boy to buy it for me, along with 10 Berkeley red (cigarettes).
But now, working at somerfield, I see parents asking their kids what alcoholic drink they want. sad, sad sad.
My mate had a party last night (his 16th) and of course there was all the beer, spirits etc. This is to be expected at a 16th birthday party. But it really opened my eyes to one thing that links back to my holiday this summer – how some people can really abuse their privilege to have a drink when underage.
When we went to Turkey this summer with some family friends of ours (whose son is one of my better friends and shares my birthday), we were allowed to go out to dinner with some over guys we met there. Our ages ranged from 11 to 15 (15 being me and my friend). The others all thought it would be ‘cool’ to drink some booze whilst the parents weren’t there. “They’ll never know” etc. So what happened? Basically, the Turks aren’t the best rule enforcers, and so this was another reason why we should all be ‘cool’.
So, we ordered the drinks. I had a Malibu and Coke, and then drank Sage Tea for the rest of the evening. One of the others had the same, but didn’t drink Sage Tea. We were both fine. Everyone else thought it would be “great!” to get Cherry and Vodka. I tried a bit; it was ok, I guess. ‘One wont hurt them’ I thought. But no, these people were just too cool - they needed more. The main culprit was my friend – we were the oldest ones, therefore we are the more responsible ones. Apparently not – he had too much and was gone. Now, in a party or something, this is ok. But getting drunk in town leads to simple embarrassment. Those of us that were ok just watched and felt our cheeks go red as those that were drunk made fools out of themselves in the nice quiet town where we were dining (for want of a more appropriate word for the situation).
Basically, it was a farce. But when we got back to the hotel, they got what was coming to them. When they said, “They’ll never know”, I believed them, but when you go staggering back to your parents and you can hardly stand up straight it becomes obvious what has gone on. There was also proof from others – some people from our hotel had seen us in town and had told our parents we had been drinking.
The punishment was surprisingly small (although a harsher one may have been installed upon returning to England, I am led to believe), which was out of order, really. The two 11 year olds with us were girls, and at 11pm, in a town you do not know, the last thing you want is for those who are looking after you to act like a***s. I thought about this, and this is why I did not drink more than one alcoholic beverage, and I was satisfied that I had been able to look after the people that really needed me. My friend was simply selfish – desperate to impress this girl we met (who was also drunk). She keeps telling me she “Luvs” me, anyway, so it obviously didn’t work.
Now, back to the party. At this party last night, there was a whole fridge full of alcohol. Lots of drinks in different strengths – from beer to vodka, and reefs to Malibu, but this is where it is interesting. Despite all the alcohol, and the relaxed environment, only one person got truly hammered, and he fell asleep on the floor anyway. My friend that I went on holiday with was not at the party – he doesn’t know the host, but I thought about him. How odd that 25 or so teenagers can act responsibly enough with that much alcohol around – yet another can act like a complete faeces-head when you really need him not to. Think about it.
When we went to Turkey this summer with some family friends of ours (whose son is one of my better friends and shares my birthday), we were allowed to go out to dinner with some over guys we met there. Our ages ranged from 11 to 15 (15 being me and my friend). The others all thought it would be ‘cool’ to drink some booze whilst the parents weren’t there. “They’ll never know” etc. So what happened? Basically, the Turks aren’t the best rule enforcers, and so this was another reason why we should all be ‘cool’.
So, we ordered the drinks. I had a Malibu and Coke, and then drank Sage Tea for the rest of the evening. One of the others had the same, but didn’t drink Sage Tea. We were both fine. Everyone else thought it would be “great!” to get Cherry and Vodka. I tried a bit; it was ok, I guess. ‘One wont hurt them’ I thought. But no, these people were just too cool - they needed more. The main culprit was my friend – we were the oldest ones, therefore we are the more responsible ones. Apparently not – he had too much and was gone. Now, in a party or something, this is ok. But getting drunk in town leads to simple embarrassment. Those of us that were ok just watched and felt our cheeks go red as those that were drunk made fools out of themselves in the nice quiet town where we were dining (for want of a more appropriate word for the situation).
Basically, it was a farce. But when we got back to the hotel, they got what was coming to them. When they said, “They’ll never know”, I believed them, but when you go staggering back to your parents and you can hardly stand up straight it becomes obvious what has gone on. There was also proof from others – some people from our hotel had seen us in town and had told our parents we had been drinking.
The punishment was surprisingly small (although a harsher one may have been installed upon returning to England, I am led to believe), which was out of order, really. The two 11 year olds with us were girls, and at 11pm, in a town you do not know, the last thing you want is for those who are looking after you to act like a***s. I thought about this, and this is why I did not drink more than one alcoholic beverage, and I was satisfied that I had been able to look after the people that really needed me. My friend was simply selfish – desperate to impress this girl we met (who was also drunk). She keeps telling me she “Luvs” me, anyway, so it obviously didn’t work.
Now, back to the party. At this party last night, there was a whole fridge full of alcohol. Lots of drinks in different strengths – from beer to vodka, and reefs to Malibu, but this is where it is interesting. Despite all the alcohol, and the relaxed environment, only one person got truly hammered, and he fell asleep on the floor anyway. My friend that I went on holiday with was not at the party – he doesn’t know the host, but I thought about him. How odd that 25 or so teenagers can act responsibly enough with that much alcohol around – yet another can act like a complete faeces-head when you really need him not to. Think about it.