Wow, I think my first wine was over my grandparents house and they would pour us all some in a shotglass, lol.
Then in another life I was an alter boy. One would be the lookout and the other would pound right out of the bottle. We had responsibility of filling the priests little glass jars before mass.
High-school forgettaboutit. A friend of mine was puking in St. Huberts bathroom during one of their dances. He refused to tell the priests and nuns his real name. He told them his name was "Frank Rizzo". Yes he was a former mayer of Philadelphia but also the name used by the phone pranksters the jersey Boys. Someone passing by recognized him and gave the nun his phone # but not the name. They called his house and asked for Frank Rizzo! Lmao. Best part was that his mother knew it was her son because he would always prank call people and use that name.
I also had my share of puking in Judges bathroom during dances. It wasn't wine that did me in but rather 40s of St. Ides because its all we could get.
Crazy times !