Long long ago, in a state just up the Ohio River, there was a place I used to celebrate Champagne Wednesday, every Wednesday. Times changed. I got robbed at gun point for a bottle of Trader Joe rose and seventeen dollars. Combine that with the possibility that maybe, just maybe, I was growing more responsible and my priorities changed. I didn’t really fancy champagne on the regular anymore. And then when I did start to fancy champagne again I gave it up for Lent.
Something has been missing in my life. I’ve got great friends, a great puppy and a great H. What I don’t have are those great Wednesdays where I pour a bubbly glass of Veuve, bask in the sunshine and just take time to appreciate life’s small pleasures. The quality “me” time.
Well dear readers, I’m here to announce Champagne Wednesdays are back and better than ever! I’ve challenged myself to get creative with how I spend my Champagne Wednesdays from tasting new varieties of bubbly and experimenting with food pairings, to discovering every restaurant within a two-state radius that has champagne quirks.
Cheers to summertime and enjoying life, no matter what it throws at you.
When trying to decide what exactly to give up for Lent, I always find myself wanting to add something new to my daily routine as well. There is a sort of excitement that comes with the challenge and self-discipline it takes to give up anything for a brief period, knowing there will be cause for celebration when the time of abstinence is over.
This year I’ve decided to give up alcohol (I know what you’re thinking, and yes I can survive forty days without champagne). And because I’ve been neglecting my bloggerly like duties as of late, I’ve decided to add a post to le blog each day of the Lenten Season. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some writing to do in order to enjoy a tall glass of Veuve in forty days.
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Please excuse my absence, it’s been a looong week that started out in the wee hours of Sunday morning and, without going into details, went something like this:
Except it wasn’t on a New York street in broad day light, it was in my apartment in early morning darkness. And I didn’t loose any of my shoes, just seventeen dollars and a bottle of champagne. I’d like to think that bottle of champagne saved my life.
So please excuse me for a bit while I collect my thoughts, get life back in order and have new, great oblivious stories to share.