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OK, confession time: I may look and sound like your average middle-age straight-laced woman. However, I am not. You have to realize that I was a teenager during the late 60's, when the hippies were en-masse. Hence, what I am about to say will make sense:

The first time I got really, really drunk was during a time when I and 42 of my friends took over a building in protest. The administration fired a teacher we loved, and we got mad. After we won over the "goonies," we celebrated with lots of cheap liquor, wine, and other substances. I was so out of it. I do remember being in one room and waking up in another. I do remember one of the leaders saying, "Take her out of here in case the media comes by." I am not proud of it. But I did it. The next day, I was feeling lousy. So I got my things together and went home. (I didn't live far from that university, from which I did not graduate, as I quit a year later to go to work and get my priorities straight. I later got my degree from the University of Pittsburgh (far from my suburban NY home). That evening 42 were arrested. I was not among them. For my father's sake, who was convalescing from a massive heart attack, I was glad that I was not among them.

So now you know something interesting about me. And it is the God's truth.

I'm underaged.

I have, however, had a sip of white wine once at a social function, and I ended up with a sore throat the next day. I don't think alcohol likes me very much.