Posted: 7/7/2006 7:20:11 PM EDT
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Right of passage. Lets hear them. My first beer with my dad was an accident. We were camping in Fish Eating Creek in the late 70's. Anyone who has been there ins those days knows its pretty much gator city and swampy as well. OK that does not matter, just remembering. Anyway, my Dad and I are talking by the water and waving the flashlight across the water to check for Gators. They get in close and there are LOTS of them. I cannot believe he let us swim there. The moment I was waiting for seemed to suddenly be pressed upon me. I was not really even though it was always n the back of my mind. To share a beer with Dad. To me that was likened to some African tribe that requires its young boys to pull a lions tail in order to become a man, I must have a beer with Dad. "Go and get 2 of beers." He orders. Frigging sweet, the moment has arrived and I was not going to waste any time second guessing his orders. I ran my ass off to the cooler and grabbed 2 beers. Sure a Panther, rattler, gator skunkape, whatever could have maimed or killed me, I was not scared. I made it back and to this day, I consider it the most dangerous yet important mission ever. They should give medals for that stuff to 11yr olds. I make it back and hand him his beer. It was a tall cold can of Miller High life. 16 oz I think. He cracks it open and takes a satisfying gulp then scans for the reptilian threat about us. I crack mine open and do the same. I must say, I have a bad habit from that night to this day. I drink my beers way to damn fast. I was done before my old man and I tossed the can into the firs to watch it melt. We talked a bit more and some life knowledge was passed down. Unfortunately I could not get my Dad to divulge and heroic stories of his exploits in Vietnam. Those he kept to himself. "Give me my other beer"  What? I don't understand. What other beer? He said to get two. I assumed one for him and one for me. "I drank it"  "you did what?"  "I thought it was for me"  "What the hell made you think that?"  Oh well, it was not as magical as I always dream t. He was even more pissed to find out I out drank him. Well as far as killing a 16 oz can of beer anyway. Did I get drunk? I didn't notice anything at first I guess because I was sitting. When he made me get up to get him another beer and to go to bed I felt the buzz. Holy smokes. I was wasted and laughing my ass off. That seemed to piss Dad off even more. Oh well, I will always cherish that even though it may not count since it was not a mutual drinking venture. Many years later we had the father son beer get together. After I joined the Army and spend some time overseas. After my enlistment we were on a while new lever and nave never been closer. We have beers together all the time now. |
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First one with my dad? He was already drunk. My brother was home on leave and he wanted to go to a bar, so my dad wanted to come with. Well, they both had been drinking so I got to drive them up there. So my brother orders a pitcher of Miller and my dad orders some Lienie's (he hates Miller) and told me I'd better make sure that my brother finished off that pitcher. Well my brother kept walking off so my dad just kept pouring me another glass. Then he bought us a round of Peppermint Schnapps, my brother went to some chicks house and I drove my dad home slightly buzzed. |
I was 15 tall for my age, and working for the rebar setting company that my dad ran. He'd put me on a job here in Chicago, it was a 27 story building on Rush, I started working on the 15th floor. About 3 in the afternoon, the steel was in, the foreman called me over gave me 10 bucks and told me to go down across the street and pick up some Old Style for the crew. I balked, pointing out that I was only 15. The foreman looked me up and down and said that as "tall, dirty, and big as you are no one is going to question that you are old enough". So I went and bought the beer with no problems. I had returned to the job, passed out the beer to the rest of the crew and was opening my own beer, when I heard my old man's voice behind me. He stated "a cold one tastes good this time of day doesn't it kid? Pass me one." I stood there and drank my first beer, legal or otherwise with my dad and felt about 10 foot tall.  Alvin
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Did you ever wonder why they keep those damn Clydesdales around? I've always suspected it had something to do with the production of thier beer. Alvin |
| I do remember the first I bought him. Went to Rigetti's in Newport, RI. I introduced him to Cheese Steaks and Narragansetts. I had a Diet Coke or similar. He decided a beer would go good with the sandwich. He always loved me for the introduction to cheesesteaks and never forgave me for the Narrangasett. That was probably one of 2 Narragansetts ever bought by my family. |
My first beer was with my Grandpa, Father, and Uncle - I was 3. My grandpa was sitting me on his lap while he was drinking, I took the beer and got a gulp for myself, my father and his brother laughed their asses off. And I still am my grandpa's favorite grandson 
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Couple weeks ago. Was at the airport with my parents and my sister, waiting for her flight. Went into Brew Brothers and got obliterated with my family. Didn't feel great or anything. A little awkward.. not too bad. Nothing embarassing. I never used to drink.. they didn't know I had ever been drunk until that night I think. I'm 22, so no big deal I guess. |
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Billr's Son Speaking: I don't remember the first beer i had with my dad, but i will tell the story as it has been told to me countless times. I was about a year and a half old, in fact I was still in diapers. My dad put me in his lap, and opened a bottle of Heineken. He must have turned his head to have a conversation with my mother. I saw what my dad was drinking, and decided that the green bottle must have something good in it. I grabbed the bottle with both hands and turned that sucker's bottom up. My dad got the beer away, yet still his attention was toward my mother. (He probably had just come home from a long day of work or something such as that.) I attempted to empty the bottle of beer a couple times that day. After all of this i was told that as a baby, i did not hold my liquor like an Irishman, and was apparently a little bit tipsy. (my dad says "shit-faced") Well, now i am 16 yers old, and occasionally my dad will buy me a beer. To me there is not much better in the world than hangin out with the Ole Man and having a beer. Especially after burning a couple hundred rounds of .45 (at his expense.) My addition to the thread. Peace John Billr's son. P.S. WildBoar, I found your story extremely amusing. |
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Dad and I used to sit and talk over coffee at the breakfast table. One day, the subject of drinking came up. I was about 16 or so at the time, and he knew that I'd be heading out to parties and what not during my time in high school. He says "I tell you what. I know one way or another, you're gonna drink. The thing is, I'd rather you not do it at a party somewhere. So here's the deal: You tell me what you want, and I'll go down to the store and get it. We'll sit down, and have a drink here at home." And that's what we did. Dad picked up a case, and I had a beer or two with him. It's one of my fondest memories. And you know something? I never drank at those parties. While everybody was feeling the rush of rebelling against their parents by drinking rot gut cheap liquor, I had already been there and done that. There was no need to "experiment". Dad was okay with it, he just wanted me at home. Honestly, it's one of the smartest things he ever did. My dad and I were (and still are) very close. On saturday, we could sit on the porch, have a beer, talk about girls, and whatever else. It's a small thing, but it meant alot to me. |
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In my lifetime/memory, I'd be surprised if my dad drank 12 beers. When I was a kid, and he'd be working out in the yard in the summer, he'd occasionally ask me to bring him one. He'd take a few drinks while it was still ice cold, but rarely even finish it. I've always found beer to be vile myself, so I don't drink it, ever. In fact, I drink so little and so seldom that I'm effectively a non-drinker. -Troy |