It all started with a rather fancy bottle of Veuve, gifted from a close friend to me on my 24th birthday. It was a very generous gift for a very ordinary occasion — one that I would not feel as cool about presenting given the same opportunity (especially at that age, but even now at 26, tbh).
Because of its relatively hefty price tag and its top-shelf quality (plus the fact that I’m not really a “champagne on its own” kind of gal — I’m privier to buying a $10 bottle of Korbel to add to my OJ for a shoddy booze-fueled brunch), I promised myself I would only pop its cork on an occasion worth celebrating. Which, at the time, included getting some type of a promotion or securing a new/better job, or finally finding a way out of California and into the ever-cool city of Austin, Texas.
Spoiler alert: I never got around to popping that bottle of Veuve.