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The first wine I remember trying was in 4th grade catholic school during a mass (I know I had tasted it once while training for our first holy communion(2nd grade, 7-8 years old) and that it was nasty, but for some reason years later I was feeling sophisticated and wanted to have a go.)

The 4th grade teacher, Ms. McFeathers, was always known as a hardass and was the one giving the wine. I walk up to it and she hands me the giant chalice. Thing's fucking heavy. I tip it towards my mouth and it's not hitting my lips. I tip a little more, still nothing. Tip more and finally get just a little sip of disgusting wine into my mouth. I have 0.1 seconds of mature satisfaction before I hear Ms. McFeathers go "Oh Broooooke, what have you done." or something like that.
The shit spilt out the sides of the giant chalice down to my white catholic schoolboy shirt/uniform. She hurries and rushes me to a bathroom to try to dab it off. I never even felt embarrassment from it cause it didn't feel like it was my fault, I never handled a cup that big before, of course that'd happen the first time.
I was picked to carry the chalice for my first holy communion but then I dropped it during a practice and broke it and they let the smart girl Kacie Jones carry the new one because I couldn’t be trusted. My mom was upset.

I guess I just wanted to let you know you’re not the only brotherman who couldn’t handle a chalice.

There’s no sass in this post. That much I do know.
 
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