The Gizmo Martini

By: Marjie Martini

Lately, I’ve been thinking of the old adage; "he’s an oldie, but a goodie." I wonder why we throw things away when they grow old. Are we simply bored, or have we gorged ourselves until we become insatiable? What do you do when someone from your past returns and seems better than ever? Can the past be rewritten and turn out so utterly incredible that you wonder how you ever survived without it?

Over the past few weeks, I have been reunited with friends, dogs, men, and even a martini. It seems that everything from my past has come back into my life once again. The recent chain of events has become a little more than weird, and quite disturbing. So much so, that I have begun to wonder if someone upstairs is trying to tell me that the past fifteen years have not been a total write off. I was even in contact with my astrologer, who told me that I was at the end of a twelve year cycle, and said that certain people/things will come back into my life. I must evaluate my relationship with them, and decide whether to take them into the next cycle. After a month of reminiscing about the past with old friends, crying over my dearly departed dog, and going on dates with ex-lovers, I decided that one of the things I would take into the next cycle was a damn good martini. If the next twelve years proved to be anything like the last twelve,

“I was going to need a serious martini to get through it all!”

The greatest martini of the past decade was the Cosmopolitan! I loved it, drank it, and drank it some more. We all did! It was cool, hip, tasted amazing, and was the catalyst for many nights of fun. A few nights ago I met up with my girlfriend for a martini and a "catch up on life" session. She had ordered us Cosmos and as soon as I took a sip, I savoured the familiar taste, and all my memories came flooding back to me. Ahh it was definitely an oldie and a goodie, but I was over it. It no longer satisfied my palette for something fresh, tangy, and exciting. This is how I created my new martini and new best friend for the coming decade the Gizmo Martini.

A gizmo is technically a gadget, device, or invention, which fills a specific need and is difficult to live without. The Gizmo Martini is similar in that it was created by taking the best of the Cosmo while giving it a twist of innovation. After much discussion and sampling by my girlfriend and random bar patrons, we decided that the orange and cranberry flavours of the Cosmo must remain, but the vodka had to go. We replaced the vodka with Bombay Sapphire gin and added fresh lemon. Wow! Now this was a device that was unique but familiar, with the gin adding some excitement and the lemon, a blast of freshness. What once was old, was new again the Gizmo was a gadget that had it all!

At this point in time, I must go off on a Marjie tangent for a moment, with regards to vodka. (Hold onto your martini glasses!) I personally have been over vodka for two years now. The manufacturers have killed it. It has been flavoured to death, mixed to death, and even packaged in cooler bottles. The latest craze is adding it to over processed energy drinks and putting it in cans! Vodka has lost its spirit status and has become main stream. In the process, the public has lost its palette for the ever so popular liquor; vodka has now simply become the white booze that we add to our fruity mixes. That being said, gin is one of the tastiest and most overlooked of spirits. Our tastes have evolved to a more sophisticated sort, and as a result, we require fresher and more interesting flavours. Vodka was hip in the nineties; however, I predict that gin will be the spirit of the 2010 decade. Gin is in! (To the few, top shelf and/or organic vodka companies that are stellar, I commend them for keeping the essence of clean, smooth vodka alive.)

With Gizmos in hand, my girlfriend and I moved from the bar to a corner couch that was buried in our martini lounge. She was eager to hear my boy stories from the past month, and after a few sips of my Gizmo Martini, the tales began to flow. Was it coincidence, or pure craziness, that in three weeks, I had been contacted by the only three men in my life that I had ever truly fallen in love with?

Let’s start with the first one ahh, Tom (this is an alias of course). When he walked in the room so many years ago, my heart stopped. We were inseparable from the moment we met and it felt like we had known each other forever. We fell hard and fast, but we were young, dumb and afraid to commit. My heart took years to recover from this one. I saw him once seven years later and then he disappeared again for five years, only to resurface on my Facebook page. Facebook, or the "stalker site", as I fondly like to call it, is definitely the place to stalk your ex’s, get contacted by high school friends you despised, or let your five hundred and ten "close" friends know exactly what you are doing at that exact moment. Does anyone really care to know that I have woken up, grabbed a coffee, or that I am about to take a shit?

Anyways, I digress. After "Tom" sent me a few emails, he progressed to text messaging, because actually calling and speaking to me would have been too real and over the top. It was easier for him to hide behind a text, and his opening line was; "Hey, what are you wearing right now?" Do you think he was fishing, or what? For entertainment value, I flirted and played along, then poof! He disappeared again, vanishing into cyber space. My theory was that either he was busted by his girlfriend or his parole officer had sent him back inside. What a fool!

My second love was Tim (yes, another alias) and he was the guy that I built a life with. It was a lengthy relationship and we were almost married. He was the young boy that I nurtured, and also the one that cheated, begged for forgiveness, and cheated again. He and I will always remain friends, and I will always feel somewhat responsible for him. "Tim" had been trying for months to get together with me, so I finally acquiesced and we met for dinner. Dinner lead to drinks, drinks lead to a bath, and on it went. Interestingly enough, I discovered that some things do change after five years; we had each learned a few new tricks which made sex new and exciting. Our lovemaking was epic because it was tender and intimate due to our history and familiarity with each other. It was an excellent reminder of what sex should be. The best part of it all was that I had no fear of the unknown. I knew from the very start of this rekindled affair, that this was not the person I wanted to be with. In five years time I had not only learned a few new sex tricks, but I had also overcome my desire to be in a relationship with a boy. I now wanted a man as my partner, instead of a little brother named "Tim".

The third love of my life was Sean (obviously, another alias). This man was my personal Mr. Big. He was the love of my life and we went back and forth for more than eight years. A year ago I had let this one go because I realized he was never going to admit that I was "the one". I had also accepted the fact that he would never take any action to be with me. I had only spoken with him twice in the past year and each time I was relieved to be free of our games. Then, out of nowhere, it happened! Right when I was at the lowest point of doggie grief, I got the call "Hey, babe, I was just wondering if you are okay."Who was this mystery man who was being so compassionate, caring and kind? Not only did he display these new characteristics, but he also spoke of how I was the first woman he had fallen in love with, and the one he would always love. My mind registered his words, but my heart was not willing to believe. Over the next few weeks, I was stunned by his open and honest emails professing his love and desire to see me. This boggled my mind, because for seven years all I wanted was some affirmation of his love, and then I finally receive it like this? Why? Perhaps it was because I had let him go. I had proven that I was happy alone and that I could survive without him. Many questions lingered in the back of my mind, and I wondered if I could open my heart to him again. Would he show up when we decided to meet, or was he all talk and no action? I decided that I must leave things up to providence, and if our love came around again, I would know what to do.

One evening shortly after, the impossible happened! While typing away in my favourite martini lounge and sipping a Gizmo Martini, I felt someone’s eyes on me. When I looked up, there he was; tall, handsome, and so very sexy. My heart stopped and I could barely breathe. He asked if he could buy me a martini and I burst into tears and flew into his arms. At that moment I knew it was impossible to close my heart to him. He was it. Our love was an oldie, but a goodie.

Conclusion

The Gizmo Martini was created by taking the best of the past and reinventing it into something new and exciting. The familiar flavours of orange and cranberry intertwine to become mind blowing when combined with Bombay Sapphire gin and fresh lemon. When past loves suddenly reappear, you may come to the realization that "some things never change". Sometimes you may love a fool, but later you may treat him as such. Sometimes you may love a boy, only to realize that while he may grow older, he may never truly grow up. Then there is the "knight in shining armour", the warrior who swept you off your feet, only to leave you to return to battle. There are times, however, when people do change, and every once in a blue moon, the knight returns to his lady as a new, and improved, version of himself. He is reincarnated and crowned king. Old love reunited and reinvented is like an amazing device or gizmo. And like the Gizmo Martini, it is a keeper for life; forever familiar, but always fresh and exciting.

Intuitive Thoughts By Marjie Martini

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