It was too sweet, so unlike her own personality the taste was an affront to her. She drank it quickly and looked around contemptuously at those sipping it and affecting frivolity. She threw out the cork.
The champagne sat in the glass, bubbling slower now than it had before. It danced in time to the humming strings, tangoed with the flickering candlelight. She watched it fizz, and imagined for a moment she was full of effervescence too. And that with each little burst of air, the memories of him went soaring further and further way, floating off into the night.
The taste of the champagne burned my taste buds in an unpleasant way. The liquid slid through my throat, only I really wished it hadn’t. I immediately held the glass away from my mouth; the corners of my mouth curving downward in a frown. I never want to sip champagne ever again.
bubble. Fizzing, pouring over the lip of the glass. The sound of laughter, the sea of lights and faces blurring around me. We’re supposed to celebrating, but what? It all seems rather pointless to be honest, and the empty dark feeling is creeping over me. We should be thinking about them, not drinking and laughing. It makes me a little bit sick…
Light brown, a bubbly substance tickled my mustache as I poured it down my throat. I looked around me, now able to see for the first time where I was. A party. I knew no one. They were laughing.
mmm delicious champagne! just kidding. who needs it? let’s be honest here. there are so many better things in life and even just on new years eve. close over vague… you know. like i’d rather leave a party to be with my close people.. than stay.. with the champagne. it’s just not my thing i guess.
The room reeked of it. The champagne that was of an orange flavor.
It was on her breath also, and he couldn’t wish for anything else.
Oranges and her- they were his two favorite things in the whole world.
Champagner ist ein Getränk, das eine helle Farbe hat, einen nicht allzu hohen Alkoholgehalt und reichlich Kohlensäure. Es wird oft zu festlichen Gelegenheiten getrunken. Zu Silvester, zu Hochzeiten, zu Geburtstagen, zu Abiturfeiern und so weiter.
the bubbly. we use it to celebrate, i remember drinking it with alex. always on new years. i hear it goes well with strawberries. i wouldnt know; ive never drank it with strawberries. i like the way, when you pop it open, it oozes out and sprays everywhere. i wonder why its affiliated with celebration.
He drank heavily tonight, moreso than usual. That stupid bitch was out of his life for good. A few swift blows with an axe, yes. He bashed her pretty little brains in. (Not that she actually had any to begin with). He was proud of himself. He had actually done something well. He raised his glass in the bar mirror, a toast to himself.
It was merely minutes until the new year. Glasses had begun clinking around the room, sparkling bubbles and gleeful laughter coating the atmosphere as hundreds of thousands of people watched for a small, shiny ball to drop from the sky.
Once there was a girl named Champagne she was a lonely girl in her little world, her world came crashing down and she was never the same.
Poor Champagne.
It flowed and flowed, and they drank and drank. The sight of each other so close made them more drunk than the bubbly drink. It was a new year, and they were together now, and never would leave each other again.
the champagne was thick, bubbly with cream and flavor that burst in my mouth. As I raised my glass high, the world around me shattered into a spinning explosion of screams, cheers – and above me, fireworks, splitting the air into shards of red and green, blue and white, as we welcomed the new year.
The flute of champagne fell from her hand when her eyes caught his. Red on black with the power to stop the world. He was a handsome man, but not quite her type. Yet the mystery behind those eyes had her reeling and wanting more.
A very nice bottle of champagne stands, unopened in the refrigerator today. January 2nd. I was too sick to drink it on New Years because I unknowningly ate something that contained garlic, so I was sick for two days. Out with the old and in with the new, as they say. Happy New Year to you all.
The champagne spilled slightly on her dress, I chuckled as she frowned. “Don’t be so upset, baby girl,” I waved someone over to bring a napkin. “You’re lucky I like you.” she said with a smile, flipping her ferociously curly hair to one side of her shoulder.
and i’ve always wondered what it would be like to drink champagne. i suppose it must taste like celebrations, like winning, like being an adult. it has too, the way everyone drinks it the way that they do.
and i don’t know. i’m just babbling, i guess. today is not a good writing or thinking or anything kind of day.
She took a drink of her glass, looking around the room curiously. Was there anyone there who was worth her time? Probably not. Why would there be? In all seriousness, she was just there for appereances. Why else would she show up to a company party? Not for a guy, certainly. That would be stupid. Very, very stupid indeed. And she just couldn’t have that.
it is nice and bubbly ooh boobuly i like that word and also we drink it on new years i think well not me cause im not old enough to drink it but i know it makes people feel boobuly and happy and on top of “da game” so all i want for christmas is my 2 front teeth and champagne :)
It reminds me of weddings. I recently saw a movie about weddings and that kind of stuff and it reminded me how much I don’t want a wedding, all that attention is not my thing. Secret wedding es la que hay :)
I didn’t have any champagne for the new year. It was the first year in a slew of years that I didn’t. It was necessary and fitting after a year of changes to leave it out. I didn’t want that tradition, just as I didn’t want to kiss the same person or go back to the same home that I had for the past five years. This year, it was a new kiss, a new home, and new traditions that I’m keeping to myself.
The sparkling champagne dripped down the side of the glass, creating a small flowing river of the glimmering golden liquid. I delicately controlled the flood with the corner of my intricately folded napkin and waited patiently for my entree to arrive.
The golden water slipped itself into my glass, time and time again. The party was joyful and boisterous all around me, but I was alone. I was in a floor full of people, but, yet. I was still alone. I finished the glass of champagne in one gulp.
We traveled to France, up the hills and across the fields. Finally arrived at Champagne as New Years approached. We promised we’d do something this crazy one day. And we did. Happy New Year my domestic friends.
bubbly bubbly bubbly rose and it makes her smile like the couple who bumps against the wall above me and I assume they’re smiling because they can please each other but maybe its just
champagne
fueling the passion
pushing the boundaries
Champagne bottles popped open. The end of the year has come, a year of struggles, trials, and triumphs. A year where you lost yourself only to find it in the most unexpected places. You were scared at times, you were happy at times, and you thought that completing the year was nearly impossible at others. All in all, you made it. Another year, another journey, another chance at taking the steps towards who you want to become. Except this year is different, you’re not going to just say you will be a better person, you will become that person. Cheers.
Bubbly little glass full of sparkling fun. A beautiful dress on a bridesmaid at a holiday wedding. Lovely shiny Mercedes or BMW flying down the highway. Celebrations at their finest!
hahahhahaaha champagne is a really hard word to spell!! its really annoying lol and my mum doesnt like it and i dunno if my dad does, i dont think he does cos my mum said it give you really bad headaches :/
Drunk on bubbly but not dumbly, the fancy shit. The popped bottle to celebrate xyz. The victory you know beforehand so you went to the liquor store and bought some classy revelry. I didn’t know your smile was that color.
We toasted him. I actually said his name without crying. I am actually surprised. Kind of disappointed too. I swore I would always love him, but was my lack of tears a sign that I have fallen out of love with Tony? Oh my god, am I overreacting?
Didn’t drink champagne for New Years
Drank rum and vodka instead.
One year I will have champagne and share it with my love
And hopefully we will be happy together
Bubbles!!
We were drinking champagne and watching the sunset. When the champagne has ended we went to the bedroom to have a wild sex. After that I don’t remember anything. She was just lying there dead and covered with blood.
champagne kisses and butterfly dreams
singing of stories yet to be told
seeking a voice for the songs yet to be sung
painting landscapes of worlds yet to be visited
It was too sweet, so unlike her own personality the taste was an affront to her. She drank it quickly and looked around contemptuously at those sipping it and affecting frivolity. She threw out the cork.
The champagne sat in the glass, bubbling slower now than it had before. It danced in time to the humming strings, tangoed with the flickering candlelight. She watched it fizz, and imagined for a moment she was full of effervescence too. And that with each little burst of air, the memories of him went soaring further and further way, floating off into the night.
The taste of the champagne burned my taste buds in an unpleasant way. The liquid slid through my throat, only I really wished it hadn’t. I immediately held the glass away from my mouth; the corners of my mouth curving downward in a frown. I never want to sip champagne ever again.
Happy New Year
bubble. Fizzing, pouring over the lip of the glass. The sound of laughter, the sea of lights and faces blurring around me. We’re supposed to celebrating, but what? It all seems rather pointless to be honest, and the empty dark feeling is creeping over me. We should be thinking about them, not drinking and laughing. It makes me a little bit sick…
Light brown, a bubbly substance tickled my mustache as I poured it down my throat. I looked around me, now able to see for the first time where I was. A party. I knew no one. They were laughing.
mmm delicious champagne! just kidding. who needs it? let’s be honest here. there are so many better things in life and even just on new years eve. close over vague… you know. like i’d rather leave a party to be with my close people.. than stay.. with the champagne. it’s just not my thing i guess.
The room reeked of it. The champagne that was of an orange flavor.
It was on her breath also, and he couldn’t wish for anything else.
Oranges and her- they were his two favorite things in the whole world.
Champagner ist ein Getränk, das eine helle Farbe hat, einen nicht allzu hohen Alkoholgehalt und reichlich Kohlensäure. Es wird oft zu festlichen Gelegenheiten getrunken. Zu Silvester, zu Hochzeiten, zu Geburtstagen, zu Abiturfeiern und so weiter.
the bubbly. we use it to celebrate, i remember drinking it with alex. always on new years. i hear it goes well with strawberries. i wouldnt know; ive never drank it with strawberries. i like the way, when you pop it open, it oozes out and sprays everywhere. i wonder why its affiliated with celebration.
He drank heavily tonight, moreso than usual. That stupid bitch was out of his life for good. A few swift blows with an axe, yes. He bashed her pretty little brains in. (Not that she actually had any to begin with). He was proud of himself. He had actually done something well. He raised his glass in the bar mirror, a toast to himself.
It was merely minutes until the new year. Glasses had begun clinking around the room, sparkling bubbles and gleeful laughter coating the atmosphere as hundreds of thousands of people watched for a small, shiny ball to drop from the sky.
Once there was a girl named Champagne she was a lonely girl in her little world, her world came crashing down and she was never the same.
Poor Champagne.
It flowed and flowed, and they drank and drank. The sight of each other so close made them more drunk than the bubbly drink. It was a new year, and they were together now, and never would leave each other again.
the champagne was thick, bubbly with cream and flavor that burst in my mouth. As I raised my glass high, the world around me shattered into a spinning explosion of screams, cheers – and above me, fireworks, splitting the air into shards of red and green, blue and white, as we welcomed the new year.
The flute of champagne fell from her hand when her eyes caught his. Red on black with the power to stop the world. He was a handsome man, but not quite her type. Yet the mystery behind those eyes had her reeling and wanting more.
A very nice bottle of champagne stands, unopened in the refrigerator today. January 2nd. I was too sick to drink it on New Years because I unknowningly ate something that contained garlic, so I was sick for two days. Out with the old and in with the new, as they say. Happy New Year to you all.
The champagne spilled slightly on her dress, I chuckled as she frowned. “Don’t be so upset, baby girl,” I waved someone over to bring a napkin. “You’re lucky I like you.” she said with a smile, flipping her ferociously curly hair to one side of her shoulder.
and i’ve always wondered what it would be like to drink champagne. i suppose it must taste like celebrations, like winning, like being an adult. it has too, the way everyone drinks it the way that they do.
and i don’t know. i’m just babbling, i guess. today is not a good writing or thinking or anything kind of day.
She took a drink of her glass, looking around the room curiously. Was there anyone there who was worth her time? Probably not. Why would there be? In all seriousness, she was just there for appereances. Why else would she show up to a company party? Not for a guy, certainly. That would be stupid. Very, very stupid indeed. And she just couldn’t have that.
it is nice and bubbly ooh boobuly i like that word and also we drink it on new years i think well not me cause im not old enough to drink it but i know it makes people feel boobuly and happy and on top of “da game” so all i want for christmas is my 2 front teeth and champagne :)
It reminds me of weddings. I recently saw a movie about weddings and that kind of stuff and it reminded me how much I don’t want a wedding, all that attention is not my thing. Secret wedding es la que hay :)
why do i always
always have alcohol
…
i am underage
i mean alcohol as the word of course
not coursing through my systems
esther stares at me
with a look of interest as she tries
to repair a gluestick
but it is broken
just like one is, after they finish alcohol.
I didn’t have any champagne for the new year. It was the first year in a slew of years that I didn’t. It was necessary and fitting after a year of changes to leave it out. I didn’t want that tradition, just as I didn’t want to kiss the same person or go back to the same home that I had for the past five years. This year, it was a new kiss, a new home, and new traditions that I’m keeping to myself.
The sparkling champagne dripped down the side of the glass, creating a small flowing river of the glimmering golden liquid. I delicately controlled the flood with the corner of my intricately folded napkin and waited patiently for my entree to arrive.
Bubbles. Fresh. Crisp. Tipsy quite quick! Expensive. Clear. Fizzy and dizzy
The golden water slipped itself into my glass, time and time again. The party was joyful and boisterous all around me, but I was alone. I was in a floor full of people, but, yet. I was still alone. I finished the glass of champagne in one gulp.
jhgfdfghjk
We traveled to France, up the hills and across the fields. Finally arrived at Champagne as New Years approached. We promised we’d do something this crazy one day. And we did. Happy New Year my domestic friends.
Is something with alcohol
bubbly bubbly bubbly rose and it makes her smile like the couple who bumps against the wall above me and I assume they’re smiling because they can please each other but maybe its just
champagne
fueling the passion
pushing the boundaries
Champagne bottles popped open. The end of the year has come, a year of struggles, trials, and triumphs. A year where you lost yourself only to find it in the most unexpected places. You were scared at times, you were happy at times, and you thought that completing the year was nearly impossible at others. All in all, you made it. Another year, another journey, another chance at taking the steps towards who you want to become. Except this year is different, you’re not going to just say you will be a better person, you will become that person. Cheers.
Bubbly little glass full of sparkling fun. A beautiful dress on a bridesmaid at a holiday wedding. Lovely shiny Mercedes or BMW flying down the highway. Celebrations at their finest!
both tired and desperate, their lives gone astray
blue eyes met green with looks seeming to say
“hell, let’s drink all our days away”
hahahhahaaha champagne is a really hard word to spell!! its really annoying lol and my mum doesnt like it and i dunno if my dad does, i dont think he does cos my mum said it give you really bad headaches :/
Drunk on bubbly but not dumbly, the fancy shit. The popped bottle to celebrate xyz. The victory you know beforehand so you went to the liquor store and bought some classy revelry. I didn’t know your smile was that color.
We toasted him. I actually said his name without crying. I am actually surprised. Kind of disappointed too. I swore I would always love him, but was my lack of tears a sign that I have fallen out of love with Tony? Oh my god, am I overreacting?
Didn’t drink champagne for New Years
Drank rum and vodka instead.
One year I will have champagne and share it with my love
And hopefully we will be happy together
Bubbles!!
We were drinking champagne and watching the sunset. When the champagne has ended we went to the bedroom to have a wild sex. After that I don’t remember anything. She was just lying there dead and covered with blood.
champagne kisses and butterfly dreams
singing of stories yet to be told
seeking a voice for the songs yet to be sung
painting landscapes of worlds yet to be visited