^ Same here. Fifteen was a magical year for me. I got tanked for the first time at a high school theater party, started smoking full time and made the honor roll for three out of four semesters.
I didn't think to mention that the worst (best?) part is that I drank my friend's uncle under the table.

The next day's hangover is another story


She joked that I was drunk, but I insist to this day that I was merely very tipsy.
). It didn't really leave me falling-down-drunk as it were (I could still walk), but I do remember losing precise co-ordination, having a sense of carelessness about my surroundings, and still being able to hold my own with my friends. I also remember getting severe heartburn the following day, as opposed to a headache.