Wipe Out

As a teenager in my Canadian hometown, getting your hands on some alcohol was an epic feat, generally involving horrible fake ID, older boyfriends, and/or lingering outside the liquor store in a miniskirt hoping some old guy (aged 26+, natch) would buy you some Grower’s pear ciders.

Thankfully, I was spared from this. Because Daddy had a wine cellar. And my sister had the key. So while others were making do with Miller Lights and Peach Schnapps (why?), I was drinking some of Vancouver's finest vintages. I just didn't know it.

To this day, I’m still able to uncork a bottle of wine with a lipstick tube (a skill that comes in surprisingly handy). And now - like then - by the end of the night my teeth look like they've been rubbed with blue ink and cigarette ash. No longer. Some brilliant soul has created Wine Wipes, to cleanse away those telltale sign of alcoholism.

Now, if only they had something to get rid of the shame.

Winewipes.com

by EC