What with pretty much all of my family out of town for Christmas, I was looking forward to spending Christmas alone with a bottle of good scotch. Glenlivet, to be specific. Alas, I didn’t plan far enough ahead. I got off work tonight (Christmas Eve) only to discover that Safeway was giving a big “fuck you” to those of us who don’t work 9 to 5 by closing before 8PM. I didn’t feel like driving all over town to find a store that was both open and in the business of selling hard liquor, so I continued on to the nearest convenience store. There, I settled for a half-rack of 16-ounce MGD, and decided to peruse their astonishingly large selection of local wines.
I settled on a $30 bottle of a nice (I guessed) 2009 cabernet sauvignon (NxNW from the Walla Walla Valley, here in Washington).
And that’s where all the trouble started. I got the wine home, and proceeded to open the bottle …
Or rather, tried to open the bottle. This was when I realized mymistake. I’m not normally a wine drinker. The only time I drink wine is when I visit my sister, who loves wine. I usually drink beer, and when I’m in the mood I drink some good single-malt scotch. The last bottle of wine I bought was a bottle of MD 20/20. 20+ years ago.
In other words, I don’t own a corkscrew.
Well fuck. How was I going to get this cork out of this bottle? I peeled off the foil around the neck of the bottle, and I could see that I was dealing with a rather long cork. If it had a flange at one end, I could probably add it to my collection of butt plugs.
But dammit, I wanted to try this wine. So I wracked my brain and tried to figure out how to use the tools at my disposal. Given that I’d already had three beers, getting into my car to go searching for an open store that would sell me a corkscrew was out of the question. I learned that lesson with a DUI 21 years ago. If I’m drinking, the car stays parked.
So, between the pocketknife my mom gave me for Christmas a couple years ago, and the Leatherman that my dad gave me for Christmas a couple years ago, I went to work on that damned cork. I mostly used the can opener blade on the Leatherman. Jam it in there, give it a twist, and try to yard that cork out. All this accomplished was tearing the cork to shreds. But I was undeterred. I kept jamming that can opener into the cork, shredding away at it, until I’d destroyed the cork to the point that the can opener blade couldn’t reach any further into the neck of that bottle.
There was only one thing left to do. Use the longest blade on the pocketknife to push what was left of the cork down into the bottle. And so I did this. At which point the wine spewed out, splattering itself all over my mousepad, my keyboard, and my printer (yeah, I was performing this operation in front of my computer) and even on my monitor. Dear Og, this is where I experienced gratitude for the fact that I don’t have “a significant other”. Because if I had an SO I would have probably been trying to open this bottle for her. And gotten it all over her.
Nevertheless, the bottle was now “open”, for all intents and purposes. Of course, the cork, and all its particles, were now floating inside the bottle. So I poured the wine, filtered through a paper towel, into … a rocks glass (see: not a wine drinker; I don’t own a wine glass).
Hey, this stuff’s not bad.