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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (5249)	12/15/1997 3:46:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I was allowed to drink at home when I showed an interest - by the age of ten. My dad would have beer or wine with 1-2 meals each week, and I'd get a "short glass" with 2-4 fluid ounces of beer. Less wine of course, and I hated wine. By the time I was fourteen, I was allowed to cadge a whole beer - either at dinnertime or out at a cafeteria-style palce (with momma doing the buying). What this did for me - it demystified alcohol, so when I hung out with some wetter folks, I had an experience base against which to comfily rest a "No thanks" even when my coolness was being challenged. In freshman year I got drunk twice. Five-six beers drunk. That was enough for me. Of course, some guys in the dorms consumed prodigious amounts of Ortlieb's ($4 a twenty-four-can flat in '79). I watched in amused disbelief, then walked very carefully arounf the dinner rejects in the hall the next morning. When Junior wants a sip of her dad's occasional beer or wine (I don't drink much at all these days), I doubt I'll deny her. It worked for me and my sisters. My experience - meant to add to the fabric, not to bring argument