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Originally Posted by Acajack
My first experiences with booze and bars were around 16. At one point I lived in a relatively small place where a lot of people knew each other and I looked the oldest so I dressed nice and bought booze for all of my friends. It was a challenge to go to the LCBO and not see people my parents knew, though. We'd then smuggle the booze into high school and community dances.
I first went to bars at that age on the infamous Hull bar strip. It was some distance away from where we lived so we often couldn't justify to our parents being out until the wee hours. So we'd leave at 11 or midnight just when the real action was starting.
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Think I was about 14 the first time I went to a bar which is a joke because I looked about 10. Calgary had lots of places that welcomed underagers as long as you had money to spend which was typically the big challenge. Buying from government liquor stores was easy but also costly. There were elaborate bribery schemes like taking $60 from an ATM, giving it to a guy at the mall food court who would write a code on it. It you showed the receipt to the right cashier at the ALCB store they wouldnt ID. They kept the receipt so if they got caught, they had a paper trail back to the person who made the ATM withdrawal. My parents would have bought alcohol for me of I'd asked. They even offered to buy pot and cigarettes for me but I wasn't interested. Southwest Calgary in the 80s was out of a John Hughes movie. Lots of booze and house parties and driving parents' cars without permission. Pot and tobacco were seen as white trashy. Most of the parents were in their 30s, engineers, doctors, lawyers and business people.
My first strip bar was in some industrial area in Scarborough, ON when I was a few weeks short of 17. My roommate was turning 18. His older friends found a table in an inconspicuous location. One of them distracted the bouncer and another snuck us in. The scam worked for about 2 hours which was about when we quit spending money. Used to also go to some dance club at Queen's Quay called RPM. I hated the music but lots of people used to buy overpriced drinks for me.
I lost interest in the bar scene at around 19 and quit drinking around 20.