I doubt it. My first time getting drunk was somewhat unexpected. I was with friends and drinking screwdrivers, because I didn’t particularly like the taste of

I doubt it. My first time getting drunk was somewhat unexpected. I was with friends and drinking screwdrivers, because I didn’t particularly like the taste of vodka and that’s all we had. I had no idea screwdrivers should be about around 20% vodka by volume - I made mine half and half. I also wasn’t familiar with enough alcohol to know about how long it takes to take effect, or to judge where I was in the process. Between those two things, I drank six ~16oz glasses full before I got to the point that I felt a strong buzz. I stopped… but my metabolism didn’t. I vaguely remember sitting in the bathroom floor that night, looking at my own vomit in the toilet, and thinking “Huh. That looks like blood. That’s not good.” The funny part (in retrospect!) is that is the only thing I remember for a six hour period or so, and that the thought was in a purely flat, narrative tone. I wasn’t at all worried about throwing up blood. It was at most a mildly interesting thing to have noticed. FWIW, the next day I realized that it wasn’t blood. I’d eaten a spaghetti a couple of hours prior, and it was partially digested marinara.