I'd guess most of us here know how you feel. My first drunk was at eleven, with some wine cooler type of drink I'd stolen from local teenagers stashing for the party later that night. I felt light and happy and felt comfortable. I chased that feeling for thirty years. The other first I'd like to talk about was walking into an AA meeting and hearing thirty or so people say "Hi Mick!" when I finally worked up the courage to introduce myself. It was awkward learning to socialize without the planned payoff of a drink somewhere along the line. Now it second nature but, being a big guy, I do try to scope out if dessert of some kind is a possibility! :HappyWave: