Once, many, many years ago, at the start of my career as a party girl, I spent a blurred and hazy weekend in Windsor, Ontario.
It was a beautiful summer day. I was 19 at the time. Early that saturday morning in July, I ran into town to the local feedstore and bumped into the store owner’s daughter, Kim.
Back in high school, Kim attended the public schools altho she was catholic like me, she attended catechism classes at my school, so we were friends. Especially after she dated my ex-boyfriend Mark. Kim was really cool about the whole situation back then, Mark treated her badly.
Mark and I had a nasty break-up, I was not ready for a serious relationship(even tho he had an awesome car!). I just wanted to live every day like there was no tomorrow, partying and having fun was what I was all about, I did not want a boyfriend tagging along on every little adventure.
Mark and I went our seperate ways, but he still professed undying love for me up until a few years afterwards. When Kim started dating him, I wished her the best, he really was a nice guy, despite his clingly, stalker-type faults.
Kim complained about Mark’s hang ups regarding his relationship with me. After awhile, that was the end of them. So I was happy to bump into her on that hot summer morning.
Kim and I had lost touch after graduation, she went off to modeling school somewhere down by Detroit, I went off to college. We got to visiting and she invited me over to her parent’s Lake house. Since I was off work for a few days with time to burn, I zoomed out to the Lake. We hung out for awhile until Kim received a call from one of her ‘down state’ boyfriends, he invited us to a concert in Windsor. She asked me if I was game, Of course! I am sure I shouted. Her Father threw us the keys to his Deville and off we were, with a side trip to my house to pack a small bag and let it be known I’d be gone for a couple of days. Best friend L. assured she’d look after my horses (she was dating a preacher’s son that summer-yes, really!).
We picked up Kim’s boyfriend in Farmington Hills MI and crossed the border thru the tunnel. We made excellent time ( it was a long trip just to Detroit from our starting point). But, we got lost in the city of Windsor. After a couple of confused hours, we made it to our destination late that night, promptly changed into party clothes and sped to the bar.
We were treated very nicely by the band (Kim’s boyfriend’s brother was thier manager/promoter). She and I had free run of the backstage, I can recall.
We were in one of the dressing rooms just sitting around on funny beanbag chairs visiting, when a green colored bottle appeared and tiny silver glass.
The silver challis was offered to me.
I questioned what this ‘new to me drink’ was. I learned it was Absinthe.
I had a taste of the murky liquid, it was bitter going down but the effects were strong. I tried the little silver glass once more and declared enough Absinthe for me.
The Absinthe had an effect that is similar to alcohol but stronger in a happy, feel good kind of way. I have heard it compared to the street drug ecstacy but I have never tried that drug so I have nothing to compare.
After the concert we attended an after-party in the nicer part of the City, where the band lived. We whooped it up until daylight when we made our way back to Kim’s boy friend’s brother’s small apartment and crashed for a few hours of sleep.
I came across this site, ABSINTHE – ALANDIA World of Absinthe which brought this 20 year old memory to mind……