<p>Graduated from college in 1973, law school 1976. Didn’t smoke pot- rarely even saw it, believe it or not. My crowd was all about alcohol! We had fake IDs and older kids who would go to the liquor store. Lots of hangovers. I remember thinking it was all really fun. Of course, we did a fair amount of drinking in high school, too.</p>
<p>Went to high school in NY- licenses were paper with no photos. When I was 16 had a date with 18 yr. old- borrowed a license from “mimi” who was 5"3" bl. bl eyes - memorized her D.O.B and address -went ‘out’ and got served. Returned home 2 hrs past curfew - grounded for a month! </p>
<p>Not sure that lowering the drinking age will help because there will always be those ‘troublemakers’ who push the limits :D</p>
<p>
andi~</p>
<p>Well, geeze, you shudda told me before I got mixed up with such rough company!! Hey, wanna go out this weekend!!! ;)</p>
<p>love, ~b.</p>
<p>I did some drinking with one group of friends and some smoking with another group of friends. Neither during the basketball season. I drank Boonesfarm apple wine and occasionally Sangria. Not every weekend. Didn’t learn to drink beer until college. Haven’t smoked in about 30 years. I still drink almost evey day (1 beer or 1 glass of wine). After HS graduation we had an all night party in the gym. Had to be there by 10pm. I tried to smuggle in a bottle of vodka but when it was discovered by the parent chaperone I wouldn’t give it up (I was drunk). They had to pry it out of my hands. If something similar happened at our HS today they would call the police and the kid’s parents, send him home and withhold his diploma.</p>
<p>This is soooo not the right thread for me.;)</p>
<p>
NJres~</p>
<p>OMG, ain’t THAT the truth!!?? I now have this mental image of your hanging onto that vodka bottle for dear life! <em>ROFLMAO!!!</em> Too funny!</p>
<p>~b.</p>
<p>
OMG I had totally forgotten about that stuff. That must have been around 1974?? </p>
<p>Don’t worry berurah… definitely in the slow lane these days.</p>
<p>
And a bit later also…'cause I drank it too (and remarkably LIKED it <em>lol</em>), but I wasn’t drinking yet in 1974…
</p>
<p>
Damn! What can I do to entice you out of it?? Perhaps some college acceptances come March/April?? <em>lol</em> 
~b.</p>
<p>Katy: Is this really what you’re gonna do for the rest of your life? </p>
<p>Boon: What do you mean? </p>
<p>Katy: I mean hanging around with a bunch of animals getting drunk every weekend. </p>
<p>Boon: No! After I graduate, I’m gonna get drunk every night.</p>
<p>That pretty much sums it up…</p>
<p>Currently, a glass of wine every few weeks.</p>
<p>Houma, Louisiana? That’s where my family is from (although not where I grew up). Very small world.</p>
<p>Boone’s Farm was the “good” stuff. Remember Ripple???</p>
<p>In the 4th quarter of football games in Michigan Stadium (we never called it “The Big House”), the student section would pass up the wine bottles to the top of the stadium for recycling. An awful lot of Boone’s Farm, Ripple, Annie Green Springs and one other one whose name escapes me was consumed at the football games.</p>
<p>Now, you can’t even bring in a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild, unless you “crotch” it.</p>
<p>Ripple -</p>
<p>If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own? </p>
<p>Its a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps theyre better left unsung.
I dont know, dont really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.</p>
<p>Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.</p>
<p>Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.</p>
<p>There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.</p>
<p>Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.</p>
<p>But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.</p>
<p>La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.</p>
<p>Didn’t drink. Used about every drug you’ve ever heard of (and probably some you haven’t) and liked them all. Grades went up from B-/C+ to straight A’s, Phi Beta Kappa, and fellowship to Oxford. One day, just woke up, and stopped.</p>
<p>Good Lord, Teach - my husband’s family is from Golden Meadow/LaRose/Cut-Off - it is a small world.</p>
<p>Some alcohol in college - it was legal. No pot, no cigarettes (my Dad was a heavy smoker, and when I finally got the smell out of my clothes and hair by being away in college, I vowed never to smoke). Unlike others here though, I was partial to margaritas, sloe gin fizzes, and hunch punch - anybody know what that is? One would last all evening - I couldn’t afford anymore, just never developed a taste for beer.</p>
<p>Greensleeves - this is true all of it, cross my heart.</p>
<p>Boy, I was getting really worried until I read the last several posts. I was no angel! </p>
<p>Well, take into account that it was the 70’s and I lived in North Carolina. When I was a student council officer, there was a convention in Winston-Salem, and they took us on a TOUR of the Winston/Salem PLANT and gave us each a pack of Winstons and a pack of Salems.!!! Yes, it is true! I smoked both of them! And I quit in HS, same as I started, in a hurry.</p>
<p>And as far as Boonesfarm is concerned, if you drink enough of it, it has a laxative effect that you really don’t want to experience twice. (Sorry, mods, you can get rid of the last comment if you want. :))</p>
<p>I got my wild-child days over with <em>before</em> college.</p>
<p>Mini:</p>
<p>Thanks for the Robert Hunter poem!</p>
<p>Sloe Gin Fizzes? Oh my, cangel. Greensleeves, you can’t trust anything a Sloe Gin Fizz drinker says. It eventually affects the memory. </p>
<p>The Satellite Disco sold pitchers of Boone’s Farm Tickle Pink. Over ice. And we actually drank it. Those years also led to a remarkable discovery – gin and tonic glows under a black light. Who knew? </p>
<p>Cangel, tell your hubby that my HS football team beat South Lafourche (at their stadium in Golden Meadow) the year they eventually won the State Championship. The natives, to put it midly, were not amused.</p>
<p>Well, I will admit I was once admitted to the emergency room with a diagnosis of alcoholic gastroenteritis (when you drink so much your intestinal tract becomes inflamed) because of vomiting and diarrhea… after I had most of a bottle of wine at a ship party for a new product (I was age 25)… but it turned out to be appendicitis. They got the appendix out just before it ruptured.</p>
<p>I could certainly drink at age 18, and I did drink–my dorm was famous for its beer floats (ice cream and beer) but the first hangover put an end to any drunkenness. As for marijuana, it was beyond my budget.</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>Yeah, me too. That’s why I decided to be truthful :D</p>
<p>And momofthree I’m wondering what you had second thoughts about and deleted about six minutes after your post!</p>
<p>Andi,</p>
<p>Actually, I added the disclaimer at the end so you all wouldn’t think I was more profligate than I was!! I realize it looks mighty suspicious, though!! Every now and then I remind myself when I am working with my high school kids that if I had lived the life of the squeeky-clean, I wouldn’t understand most of them AT ALL!</p>