Bubbles

Was drifting off in some evacuous state last night and started wondered how many bottles of champagne I have drank over the years. Definitely over 100 as I was working in 'the city' in the eighties.....so a bottle of champagne was almost a daily given after work. Should also throw in another 50 or so for the couple of years I had enjoying London's West End as a single girl.......hmmm....better make that 75....plus working as a cocktail waitress......it was common to be sent over a bottle of champagne......then the random bottles for Christmas and Birthday celebrations and the 'what the hell' celebrations or  non-celebrations....I must easily be exceeding 300.....

I remember my first glass of bona fina champagne and being instantly transfixed by the pale liquid, exploding with bubbles....this was certainly more enticing than Baby Cham! It was 1976 and I was with my boyfriend stuck in a traffic jam on my way to Biggin Hill Air Show. The traffic was at a stand still and I could not help but looking at the glamorous scene in front of me. Little red sports car, sophisticated man in forties with obvious younger blonde. Suddenly, they both just get out of the car, Mr. Sophisticated lays a blanket of the ground where blonde sexily plants herself...he then pops a bottle of chamapgne and pours them each a glass. I must have been staring, quite captivated by the scene when he pulls out another glass, walks over to our car and hands it to me. At the time, I found this to be one of the most glamorous things that has ever happened to me. I don't think a  glass of champagne ever measured up to that first but I have certainly enjoyed going through my life trying.

Cheers!