CD Club...With Champagne

I know, who listens to CD's anymore, Right?
It's really sad to see the music industry struggling the way it has been. Being an avid music lover, (yes I actually do like something other than champagne) I myself have mourned the death of the CD, for at least 4 seconds. But there is one thing that will never die and that's sharing music with friends. And so this is how CD club came into play. (Pun not intended but I'm totally keeping it in there cause it's awesome.)
CD club a lot like book club except with no books...
and lots of champagne.
It's a lot like movie club except with no movies...and lots of champagne.
Still not getting it?
It's like gardening club...okay it's nothing like garden club.
Is it just me or is it starting to sound like I use CD club as an excuse to get my friends crunkified on Champagne?
Okay, Good. We're both on the same page then.

Kitten...With Champagne

I've seen this story many times before: Kitty dips paw in glass of champagne. Next thing ya know, Kitty is on to the irresistible gate way drug, "Cat Nip" Before you know it, Kitty is sleeping all day, hanging in the alley, coming home dirty, hungry and with a craving that you just can't satiate any more, not even with 'Fancy Feast's new Shrimp and Cod Seafood Florentine Casserole'

(Damn! I always spend that extra 45 cents on a good sounding human meal!)

Back on Topic: Now I don't condone Kitty Alcoholism. But then again, I don't support Kitty AA either. So where does that leave me on the hot button topic of Kitten Alcohol Abuse? 

Listen, Kitty ain't gonna seek help until Kitty's ready and until Kitty wants to get clean...

a little champagne never hurt anykitty.

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Friends...With Champagne

Meet Brooke. Brooke loves Champagne.
Why does she deserve her very own WithChampagne blog post?
Because she matched her god damn earrings to her glass of champagne that's why.
So...apparently, it doesn't take much.
If you want your very own WithChampagne blog post.
Send your picture and excerpt to Wendy@Withchampagne.com.
And see your story come to life.

Happy Birthday Brooke!

Heaven...With Champagne

Where is this?
How do I get there?
Is this what heaven is like?
No, right? There would be more champagne in Heaven.
I'm pretty sure in Heaven, the ocean would be made of champagne. The stars would be champagne bubbles that pop and sprinkle champagne down upon you. Oh wait...There is no heaven. And even if there was, I'm such a bad girl, that I would never make it there. But the thought of all this is kinda making me feel a little tipsy so I'm kind of just enjoying it all. But we are getting off topic. The topic being:
"Where is this and how the hell do I get there?"

Crate & Barrel...With Champagne

Dear Crate & Barrel,
I commend you on trying to sell your champagne flutes, with your catchy title, a colorful back drop, fake ice cubes, and of course, the fake empty bottle of champagne.
But unfortunately, this is not how you sell champagne glasses C&B. Where's the fun? Where's the celebration? Where's the god damn party? Listen, if I am going to drop $3.95 on champagne flutes (and a lot of them) & $49.95 on a bottle chiller, you better make sure a good time is going to be had by all. We need to take this display to the next level. I'm talking, multiple bottles, some empty, some full, and some just plain knocked over. We need party hats, pickle platters, pinatas. I'd throw in free tastings, free massages, free lap dances. Make it interactive.  This is champagne we are talking about, not your grandma's fruit punch.
And speaking of grandmothers, mine had better drapes than whatever crap you have hanging there. Cheers!

No plus one...With Champagne

I'd like to take this time to apologize to Katie & Nicholas, for a friend of mine, who does not remember anything about your wedding. It's not her fault though, I swear. Here's the story: So she was sitting alone, with no plus one, at a very bland table, at a very suburban wedding, minding her own damn business, when all of a sudden, all the couples at the table (everyone but her) started attacking like vultures. Asking questions about whats it's like being 30 and single, like only some rare and sad breed of Human can exist in such a way.
"Where do you even meet someone at this point?"
No joke. Someone seriously asked this question.
One gal, she was probably 25 and a mother of 3, attempted to come to her aid, "Christiansingles.com is a great place to meet people."
Not a moment passed before my friend politely removed herself from the table and bellied up to the bar, where she proceeded to drink...
Now I'd like to make this clear, This wasn't because she should feel sorry for herself. It's quite the opposite. It was a time to rejoice in the fact that she was nothing like these people. And truth be told, She never really was alone. Isn't that right Mr. Bubbly?........he doesn't talk much.

A Raisin...With Champagne

I know what you're thinking. What on earth does a raisin have to do with champagne...well besides the fact of course that wine comes from grapes and raisins are just dried grapes and some wines such as Amarone are created from dried grapes so raisins and wine and thus champagne have a lot in common...but I digress. So as I was saying, aside from the obvious... I bet you didn't know that if you drop a raisin in a glass of fresh champagne, it will bounce up and down continuously, from the bottom of the glass, all the way to the top.

Click here to see for yourself!

Shanghai...With Champagne

Not many people get to travel halfway across the planet to visit the city of the future - Shanghai. What our team found was a Blade Runner-esque city, filled with neon lights and skyscrapers. Most of the rest of the China, on the other hand, couldn't be more different from the United States. While squat toilets (do not touch anything in the bathroom as it probably has urine on it), street pajamas, blood soup, small portions, and the ambiguity of joy and sorrow are the norm here, the opposite societies come together in their love of the deliciousness that is champagne.  One sip and all of a sudden, we and the 1.3 billion Chinese are more alike than I ever thought. Hey there sir, was that a smile? I'm pretty sure that guy just smiled. A toast to you Shanghai, and all of China, for having the brilliance to respect the champagne. And a toast to you, my dear friend, Champagne, for single-handedly, making the world one again.

Sex and the City...With Champagne

There were many negative reviews of the Sex and the City 2 movie circling, before I even had a chance to check it out. I heard it was stupid, full of rich white people problems, sexists, racists, even offensive to women. We decided to check it out anyway, of course opting for the 21+ showing. With a champagne in each hand and maybe a few hidden in the purse, we took our seats, fearing the worse. All I have to say is...we laughed, we cried, we raised our glass (many times), we high fived, we got sshhhh'd, and even wrangled a large girls field trip to the bathroom. To be honest, I'm not sure if I loved the movie or not, mainly because I hardly even remember it. But I sure as hell had a fantastic time with friends. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with champagne. And if you find a champagne to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

Beach...With Champagne

The beach used to be a really serene place to sit back, relax and cool off.

Not anymore! Now it seems to be full of more stress than there are grains of sand on the beach (It's a stretch, I get it)

First, there is that annoying thing called skin cancer. So, we lather up in sticky, greasy lotion every 30 minutes, which is great to do, by the way, just before you lie down by millions of grains of sand. Next there is the heat. It's called Global Warming people. So now, not only are you not cooling down, you are soaking wet. Is that sweat or am I literally melting? But then there's the ocean water to jump in, right? I'm sorry but are you seriously even considering touching that cess pool filling up daily with trash and toxins. Don't get me started on the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.

So, how do we get past the fact that we're killing the earth one beach at a time? You don’t. You do something about it. Be Vocal. Volenteer. Hell, throw money at the problem. Whatever works for you. But in the meantime, nothing helps you forget about your problems more than a big, full glass of champagne. In this case, you may need the whole bottle. Now sit back and enjoy what is left of our great beaches...and don’t look now but I think the Men’s surf team has just arrived.

Dance Floor...With Champagne

You want to dance. But you are just so nervous. Embarrassed that you've never heard that song, nonetheless this entire genre of music. Frightened by the advancement in lighting technology. Sure that your dance moves went out the door years ago. Not even aware that people actually stopped using the term "went out the door" years ago. It's just all too much for one person to handle.
On the contrary, one SOBER person to handle.
All you need to do is get yourself a bottle of champagne. Trust me, you are going to need the whole thing. Now...chug...keep going....the first few sips are always the worst...you got this....one more big gulp and...fuck it, just bring the bottle with you.
Not only are you on the dance floor...but you have just invented your very own dance move. Before you know it, people across the nation will be doing "The Champagne." You officially own the dance floor.
You're so good, you make dance nervous now.