Tishia Lee

Last night on Twitter my friend Shannon mentioned that she was drinking a nice glass of Boone’s Farm. Yes Boone’s Farm! It made me laugh and it literally took me on a trip down memory lane. It turned into a Twitter conversation about Boone’s Farm with a couple other friends - Heather and Tricia and suddenly we were all reminiscing about days past!

So of course it inspired a blog post. Go figure!

Boone’s Farm was the very first drink of alcohol I ever had. I was a Senior in highschool, pretty impressive that I made it to my Senior year without EVER drinking. Anyways my mom & step dad moved me to a really small red neck town. When I say small I mean small…K-12th grade is all in one building & there were 21 in my graduating class!!!! Considering it was a small red neck town you can probably imagine what all the kids did. You guessed right if you said listen to country music, drink, campfires, mudding and anything else along those red neck lines.

I was invited to a party out in the middle of nowhere…called the B yards and I have no reasoning behind why they were called that. But it was literally out in the middle of nowhere - the perfect place for a bunch of rowdy underage drinking kids! I had no intention of drinking. I knew there would be drinking going on but I had no desire in it and figured that wouldn’t change. Boy was I wrong!

I was handed a bottle of Strawberry Hill Boone’s Farm and instructed to just try one sip. I lifted the bottle to my nose…yes my nose. I had to sniff it first. I hadn’t ever tried beer (back then) because I couldn’t stomach the smell of it. it smelled good when I sniffed it so I decided to take a sip. Not a drink but a sip. That sip turned into the whole bottle being gone before I knew it! I felt pretty light headed and giggly but I was having fun. When a 2nd bottle was handed to me I didn’t think anything of opening it up drinking more of it. It was some grape flavored kind this time. I remember asking everyone what happened to my drink when I picked up the bottle to take a swig & it was empty (yeah as if a big ole bottle is just another ‘drink’!). I don’t remember drinking it and then I was handed a 3rd bottle! This time it was some apple flavor and it was going down pretty smooth. But all of a sudden I wasn’t feeling so good.

I told my friend that I wasn’t feeling good & she told her boyfriend. Her boyfriend said I’d be ok once I threw up. And sure enough the next thing I knew I was barfing…puking my brains out is more like it! Out in the middle of nowhere with loud music, a campfire roaring, lots of people around watching me to make sure I was ok (I think they all got a kick out of the fact they all got me so messed up & now I was puking!). As soon as the vomiting episode was over someone was standing right there with that 3rd bottle that was still pretty full telling me now I made room for more alcohol and could finish it off.

Guess what? I’d like to say I was smart enough to not finish that bottle off but I wasn’t. And there was more throwing up that night and well into the next day. It was rough! I remember feeling like I had been hit by a truck, the slightest noise made my head hurt worse than it already did, the smell of food made me throw up (and you know what? dry heaving was no fun!!!!), and I really thought I was dying! I did not think I was going to survive that very first hangover.

YUCK! I can’t believe I remember that so well. It feels so fresh in my mind, just like it happened yesterday. Man that was a LOOONG time ago…I’m getting old LOL

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