A good friend who’s been seriously plastered, quite a few times in her life (sometimes in an undignified manner), has never walked into a wine shop and bought her own poison. So, one fine day when she wanted to gift a guy friend, a bottle of Absolut, her reaction was akin to that shy guy who just can’t muster the courage to look the pharmacy salesperson in the eye and ask for a condom.
Her “ex ex” boyfriend collects vodka and so, she requested him for a bottle, which she would, of course, pay for. But boys will be boys (read get jealous) and his first question was: who is it for? When he was told that it was for this particular guy friend, this was his very emphatic response: No!
She asked me for help. “Er…shall we walk into a wine shop and get it?” I suggested. “Have you done it, before?” she asked with rapt amazement. I responded in the affirmative.
The first store we entered, was owned by a Parsi gentleman. A cop was standing next to me and observed us curiously as I asked the owner with supreme confidence (oblivious to the opinions and mindsets of any mere cop) for some Absolut. It turns out he did not have any flavours, and directed us to another wine shop.
We bid goodbye and as we slipped into a cab, she spoke about the cop’s presence unnerving her. Why I asked? Who cares what he thinks. She agreed. So, we went to wine shop no 2. They were well-stocked and my friend was suddenly like a kid in a candystore. A fancy-looking pink bottle , displayed very prominently, caught my eye. It contained vodka and went by the brand name Pinky! It has the following tagline: The World’s Most Beautiful Vodka.
My friend finally settled for the Mandarin flavour and had it placed in a dressy white paper bag with golden polka dots. I joked about taking a picture and tagging it on Facebook to commemorate her virgin alcohol shopping expedition. Now, she was ready to party.
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Thursday September 11, 2008
2008
09.11
09.11
written with alot of passion