That Time I Had My First New Year's Kiss

And got drunk on whiskey and grapefruit juice. Welcome back to Cherry Picked!

They (who? No clue) say good things come in threes, and on December 31, 2010, that old proverb was put to the ultimate test. I was 15 years old, a sophomore in high school, and about to check off three of my big coming of age boxes, all in one night: my first new year’s party, my first midnight kiss, and my first time drinking alcohol in a social settin…