TEQUILA AND TEARS
by Cameron Irving
To mark the final event at HOTEL GARDEROBE, I set an unrealistic
goal to keep the party going till sunrise. So,I set up a bar serving
Tequila Sunrise cocktails. To add sickly melancholy, each cocktail would
include a single tear. I managed to extract the tears from some locals
and added them to the mixture. I sold maybe five cocktails and gave
twice as many away.
We packed up around 2AM, and I cycled back home feeling like a mobile
bar with my grenadine substitute, two bottles of San Juan tequila and
two or three cartons of orange juice. I’ve never liked tequila anyway, I
don’t think it even gets me drunk though I knocked back a few at the
event to cope with my fatigue and a general unease at flogging anything
to my friends or their friends.
So, I’m edging my way back towards home on my bicycle with heavy
cartons of orange juice in my rucksack and a bottle of something I
thought would suffice as grenadine. I’m aware that I have my laptop in
the rucksack, and that the liquids might be seeping into my computer I
took with me. I get home and open up the bag. Sure enough, the orange
juice, the grenadine substitute and the San Juan has leaked into the
laptop. I panic. I open the laptop and turn it on. It flickers, and to
my surprise the screen has filled with the liquids at roughly the same
ratio of the Tequila Sunrise cocktail. The liquids swim behind the
screen forming an orangey screensaver or wallpaper or whatever the term
is.
I have this habit of squeezing liquid crystal/plasma screens. I think
I have always does this. I did so as a kid with digital calculators. I
would squeeze – sometimes with my teeth – any ubiquitous liquid crystal
screens I would come across. I do it with my iPhone. That night,
watching my best cocktail of the night miraculously form in front of my
eyes, I couldn’t resist, and gave the screen a good long squeeze with my
thumb and forefinger. Sure enough, I got the desired effect. You know,
when the illusional space disperses and you’re left with a rippling aura
effect where your thumb was. Except this time, I was being heavy handed
and really went for it – like when you’re on E and you have to really
grip something to remind yourself of a physicality that the drug is
overriding. Anyway, I wasn’t high, just a little tired, and maybe a bit
tense. So, I pressed it really hard, near the bottom of my new orange
screen (complete with red sediment) and let go. Rather than disappearing
after a few seconds, the smudgy liquid crystal aura remained.
Another thing about liquid crystal/plasma screens is that they get
hot. I could already feel my thighs getting warm from the computer’s
battery, but placing the back of my hand on the screen I felt the smudgy
aura to be even hotter than the rest. I worried that the laptop would
be ruined now that it was full of cocktail, but I was also horrified to
feel the smudge getting hotter and hotter, and instead of dispersing
which would be the orthodox entropic route it started to increase.
Getting larger and hotter by the second, the aura began to dip into the
sediment and dissolve into the liquid effect.I became anxious, not
because my laptop was fucked, but at the nauseating sublime moment that
was happening behind the screen.
At about 4.30 A.M my bedroom starts to get lighter. The grey light
pours through the blinds, and I look out at another overcast morning,
and then back to my laptop, the smudgy aura reducing, the grenadine
substitute and orange juice getting darker – blood red. Then my Mac does
that thing when there has been no activity for a while, and dulled the
screen. My fingerprints and dust now visible, and that little beach ball
of death begins to whirl. So I grab the lid and slam it. Some orange
goo oozed from the USB socket and dabbing it with my finger I noticed
how sweet and metallic it tasted.