Kathy walked into TheCorkScrew. During the day it had masqueraded as a cafe with coffee, tea, hot chocolate, soft drinks, and any alcohol you felt like adding. At night the old place truly came alive as the beloved town bar where everyone met to have fun and catch up.
However, the building no longer met fire code regulations. It hadn’t when she started working here as a bartender when she was sixteen, having procured a fake ID. But twenty-five years later the place was so terrible it had to be torn down; even renovations couldn’t save The CorkScrew.
At the front of the bar were bottles from years gone by. For some reason one could still get an ancient bottle of 7Up to mix with lime juice and Vodka. There was original Coca Cola and original Pepsi, whatever you preferred to have with your Rye or Rum.
Kathy along with neighbors, patrons, and friends — some she’d known all her life — had come to the bar one last time to watch as The CorkScrew was boarded-up. Oddly enough, even the rats seemed to be leaving the building, which only made Kathy cry harder.
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I was 20-years-old and my friend was 18-years-old and we were going out to a martini bar later that night. ” So, pre-drinking?” my friend Tara said. ” Of course” I said. There was nothing to really think about it was given that we would pre-drink before the bar, we usually did. Tara had a big bottle of Smirnoff vodka and some 7up. We helped ourselves to a couple of big glasses full of the stuff and sat down to play a game on the couch with Tara’s cousin Rhonda.
Every time Cartman said a particular word on SouthPark we had to do shots of Malibu Rum. We watched episode after episode and did many shots of Rum. And let me tell you to this day I cannot not drink Malibu Rum or smell that coconutty sunscreen smell without feeling a little queasy. But we felt fine at the time, just nice and tipsy after all the liquor we had consumed.
We took a cab to the martini bar and a lot of the people there were more friends of my brothers but that was okay. We talked to everyone and I can’t remember half the people we talked to or what was said. My brother got a text ” Your sister is so drunk.”
That’s when Tara went to the washroom and threw up. As soon as I could get her out of the bathroom we cabbed back to her cousin’s place where we were staying and Tara was so sick she literally just threw up for ages. Once, she had briefly stopped I washed her face and sent her to bed. That’s when I got ill. So, so ill.
Tara and I were throwing up in the bathroom all night and into the morning. When I was feeling semi normal I knew I had to eat something to finally feel better. I ate a muffin and threw up again and this time felt better. Tara took a little longer.
Later, eating chicken soup we watched an Oiler’s playoff game and recovered. We had finished a medium bottle of Malibu Rum and almost the entire bottle of vodka. No wonder we got sick. From then on, if someone asked me if I wanted to pre-drink I took it easy. I was only sick that bad one other time in my life and I have no desire to be that sick on alcohol again. Malibu Rum was an offer I should have refused.