Last friday, my Uncle and Pops came up to visit me, here at Purdue. They're twins and as such are best of friends. Growing up, my dad was the perfect cocktail dad. Learned to appreciate the good stuff, be it gin or a good german brew. That friday night, the 3 of us and 2 of my friends at school went down to 9 Irish Brothers, a cool little irish pub in town. Ended up closing the bar down there at 1 with two rounds of car bombs with our waitress, and two bartenders. Then walked up the hill the Harry's Chocolate Shop (not a candy store) and closed that bar down too. Hell, our cute waitress from 9 Irish even met up with us at Harry's after work.
I often enjoy a beer or two at his local bar of choice, good friends with the owner and have been going there since he opened it. My first legal beer was enjoying a Warsteiner at the local bar with my dad. He even left work early to enjoy that first beer with me. Later that night was time with my friends, but I had to have the first with him.
Oh and though I didn't really drink till I was of age, he always told me: "I don't mind if you drink, but don't be stupid, and you have to have your first beer with me."