Daiquiri

  I was in Atlanta with some PC Drama people, when I was a junior in college.  One night, we went to Underground Atlanta which was a place mostly with bars and clubs.  I wasn't quite 21 years old, but I was with a bunch of people who were. We went into a club that had live music.  

 We found a table and ordered drinks. We all wanted beer. I had started drinking beer earlier that year at school.  As we sat there listening to the music and drinking beer, I felt two things come on.  One was getting drunk and the other was needing to go to the restroom.  

 I stumbled to find the restroom, and there was a line out of the door.  It was a chore just trying to hold it in, while the line moved into the restroom.  When I finally got in, I didn't see any urinals open, so I pissed all over the wall between the sink and the urinal.  When you gotta go, you gotta go.  Other guys around me were yelling about what I had done, but I was too drunk to care.

 When I got back to the table, the others had moved on to liquor drinks.  I had never drunk any real liquor before, but I had heard that strawberry daiquiris were good, so I ordered one.  It was good.  Very good.  A lot of strawberries and some liquor.  It was the start of my love for liquor.  I still drank beer on occasion, but I loved liquor more.  When I turned 21 later that year, it seemed almost anti-climactic.  I no longer had to use a fake ID to buy liquor.  It was a great time.