there were no first times--just plenty of last times.
one i can recall..jw friends of mine--in Birmingham UK--were caretakers of an office block. each christmas they were paid to host a big office party for clients and guests. i was about 16--and helped out as a barman. this was in the late afternoon of xmas eve. i was supposed to do a talk at the KH ministry school that night.
i never made it. i was found passed out stone cold--pissed--on the floor of one of the lavatories--hugging the bowl and covered in my own cold puke.