The first time I got drunk was at a high school party the fall of my senior year. A late bloomer. It was either three beers and two wine coolers, or two beers and three wine coolers. I was off the goddamn wall, it’s a good thing that all the booze at the party had disappeared by 10 p.m. No telling what one more wine cooler would have done to me. I remember there was a lot of wandering from the driveway to the kitchen looking to see if more booze miraculously appeared (the party was next to a church and at the pastor’s home, courtesy of his son and the pastor being away). Lots of talking to friends, feeling like I was floating…