Last night being the hard working girl that I am, I went to earn some grocery money at a focus group.
The company had called me a couple of days earlier, asking me questions about my cooler consumption.
Q: How often do you drink a cooler in the summer?
CP: Well this summer I discovered Bacardi Breezers and boy oh boy I could down one every single day…they are delicious
Q: So once a day then…….And do you drink wine?
CP: Well ofcourse, I mean who doesn’t…?
Q: And do you party and when you party, do you ever drink shots?
CP: Well, yeah, (Starting to realize I sound like an alcoholic) but only if everyone else does….its not like I walk in and go, give me a bottle of tequila….
Q: Well you are perfect, would you like to be a member of the focus group….
So there we are, the star drinkers of Toronto, 4 nineteen year olds, 2 early twenties year olds, and me! The one who stood out was a skinny Jamaican girl, whose day care kept calling her mid sentence and she would let out a ‘Ras, wat these fools want now?” You could tell the moderator did not want to mess with her.
We got into it, and I start to notice a trend. The nineteen year olds are rattling off the alcoholic content of coolers verbatim. They know the ingredients, which are vodka, which are rum, which one have more juice in them….which one will give them the most bang for their buck so to speak.
And I sighed (like an old fart,) and fondly remembered those days, those hazy hazy days…
Remember those days, thieving an extra sip from daddy’s liquor cabinet. I had one devious friend whose pop lived out of the country. She would thief half the bottle and fill it with water. Or remember that older sibling someone had who would happily buy you the cheapest nastiest tequila/rum/vodka to be found, instead of suggesting more palliative alternatives?
And thank goodness those days are gone…..Here’s a cheers to Bacardi Breezers, Martini’s, a Good Glass of Red wine… and a wee bit of age…..