A new year and a new day to live it fully and live it right. There is not time to fear and think on a night when the only purpose is to celebrate the beginning of a new adventure. There is only time to drink up and smile often.
The champagne was terrible. It was flat and not at all what I expected. Like my night with him. I dreamed of spending time alone with him and when we were finally together he wasn’t there. I could see him drifting; longing to be anywhere else.
Sarah pooped open the bottle of champagne. “To a better year,” she said softly, raising her glass.
“To fallen comrades,” Henry added, looking down at the ground.
“And lost loves,” Sarah whispered, with a pointed look to Henry. They both sipped their champagne and found themselves lost in the countdown.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
The alarm sounded, signaling that the mission had begun and Henry and Sarah only knew one thing that would stay true, one thing that they knew for certain.
New years eve. A new start. Friends. Sometimes with benefits. A chance to start a new you– just after you get wasted for one final time. Live without regrets. However, is that even possible? Live within the realm of regrets not being a possibility.
The champagne colored dress sparkled joyfully as it clung to the young girl’s body, shimmering and throwing rainbows in the sky as sequins spun around and around. It was simple, yet elegant and was the perfect color to match the girl’s effervescent attitude that night.
When I think of New Year’s Eve, I picture myself wearing a dress full of sparkles, drinking champagne out of a tall fancy glass, “partying.” But in reality, I’m not really a partier. This year, I rang in the new year wearing pajamas, eating pizza, watching the final Harry Potter movie, and drinking champagne out of a red Solo cup – all with my sister, who is my best friend. Honestly, I think my reality is much more fabulous than my fantasy.
you see there is one thing I’d like to do, the taste of white on lips is eluding me, crossing you. can you imagine how poorly I’ve declined to, to desire just the loss of what makes us different.
We drank champagne with breakfast the next morning. Why waste it? We’d be leaving before lunchtime and we couldn’t take it with us on the train. I tipped my glass, downing the last drops of the last bottle and felt the end of my freedom sinking in. Vacation was over.
I want those times back. The times I didn’t have to worry, or care, and could just be happy. I hear the champagne pop, and poured out into the glass. I want to feel that again, to just be with who I love and who love me. But that’s impossible to change now. I just gotta live with my life now.
The champagne flowed freely til way past midnight. The partygoers were in high form. Many of the guest did not realize what was waiting in the parking lot. Yes, a definite checkpoint, complete with officers, dogs, and plenty of handcuffs!
Take my bottle of champagne- it’s not the best I can do, but it’s the only thing I can do, for now. Take it, please. It’s what will make me feel better about everything, what will make you feel better. If only I had something stronger.
It fizzes in your glass, it fizzes in your mouth, but it doesn’t fizz down your throat. I find that amazingly wonderful and drink ridiculous amounts of it. ahhhh…
At new years eve everybody was drinking champagne, having fun, until something horrible happend: Eelena slipped and fell. Her injuries weren’t so bad, but it tramatized Bender. the baby boy.
What to do with the leftover champagne? you can’t keep it until tomorrow. you have to use it today. so i browned some butter and some garlic. added some shrimp. boiled some noodles and doused it all with the split of champagne that would have been fizzled out by the morning. yum.
Gingerly sipping the champagne, the man under the shadow set his glass down without a sound. I strained to see what his facial features consisted of, but no matter how much he moved there was no light possibly hitting him.
It was finally time for the toast. The waiters started to refill the champagne flutes and everyone was getting ready to raise their glasses. Only problem was, the person doing the toast had yet to figure out what to say. It was his best friend’s graduation party and he couldn’t think of a good thing to say about the friend.
she put the glass to her mouth and took another sip, he stared at her in the mirror and put his hands on the back of her dress and slowly started to unzip it. “Get your hands off me,” she said. She took another sip of her champagne and then threw it in his face, “I saw you flirting with her!” “Come on!” he said.
I have a small bottle of champagne that’s probably about 15 years old. Unlike wine, I don’t think champagne improves with age. I keep trying to tell people I don’t drink, but once in a while I’m given a bottle of something anyway, which I keep for “whatever.” – Where “whatever” seems to equal “until it turns to vinegar.”
The only thing she can focus on is the slim, fluted glass of champagne in her hand. Pink champagne, and it matches her dress. Isn’t that just fucking perfect. She shudders, and her mind whirls, and she wonders whether it’s poisoned. Whether she should risk taking a sip. They haven’t given her anything to drink in two days, and she never knew that thirsty could feel like this, that it could obscure all the other discomforts; the digging insistent cut of the manacles in her wrists and ankles, the dank cold air that makes her gasp. She looks up at the stark gray walls, steels herself, and takes a sip.
I held my glass of champagne tightly, excitement tingling through my bones. 5…4…3…2…1…We cheered loudly as the clock struck, ringing in the new year. We raised our glasses high and tossed them back. Here’s to new opportunities, second chances, a fresh start. Here’s to new adventures. A life across the border. Here’s to you, 2012.
They sipped their champagne nervously as their eyes darted around the party. They sat next to each other but didn’t make any conversation. Instead they simply observed the seen, avoiding all eye contact and sampling anything and everything that passed by. “Party crashers,” she mumbled as the best man finished his speech, and to that they drank.
Bubbly, sparking, popping at midnight in celebration of a new year, new challenges, new exceptions. Friends, laughter, partying hats all watching the ball drop. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. POP!!!!
He took two glasses down from the shelf with one hand and the bottle of champagne from the kitchen counter with the other. His eyes never left mine. He walked toward me slowly, as if he was waiting for me to make a move. Any move.
They sipped the champagne and glanced at one another every single time. The strawberries set on the table looked juicy and were so tempting…yet, that was not the only temptation in the room. Secretly, she was thinking please kiss me, imagining him holding and caressing her body in his arms. But the most prominent thought was, please don’t hurt me like he did before, please, please, please, I don’t think I could handle going through that again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; he was not the
same type of man, no he was much better than that…
Oh, champagne. What a coincidence this word would come up today. New Years I wanted to think of you instead of who I was with so I got drunk off glasses of champagne. I kissed him at midnight thinking of you. Never again will I be able to drink champagne without thinking about you.
Sparkly and clear it doesn’t taste as good as it looks. Infact it tastes just like a liquid headache..like what I think a bad day tastes like if it was a drink. But don’t you worry everyone is drinking them so you they can’t be that bad.
Pop it. What for? What’s there to celebrate? With a broken heart and broken dreams, nothing to be jubilant about. Be happy you have a bottle. Save it for some happy day. But today, just stare at it and dream of better days.
chimpanzee i think of drinking gross liquids
everyones happy
champagne
mmmmmm gross
birthday cake
yea this needs to end
grossssss it’s so gross
remember when i had it when i was in eighth grade
grosssss
A new year and a new day to live it fully and live it right. There is not time to fear and think on a night when the only purpose is to celebrate the beginning of a new adventure. There is only time to drink up and smile often.
The champagne was terrible. It was flat and not at all what I expected. Like my night with him. I dreamed of spending time alone with him and when we were finally together he wasn’t there. I could see him drifting; longing to be anywhere else.
pop the bubbly
fizzing giggles
smiles
cheers
beers
new years kisses, ping pong disses,
celebration of a new day,
play, sing, laugh, joy
this is my 2012
Sarah pooped open the bottle of champagne. “To a better year,” she said softly, raising her glass.
“To fallen comrades,” Henry added, looking down at the ground.
“And lost loves,” Sarah whispered, with a pointed look to Henry. They both sipped their champagne and found themselves lost in the countdown.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
The alarm sounded, signaling that the mission had begun and Henry and Sarah only knew one thing that would stay true, one thing that they knew for certain.
That nothing would ever be the same.
a champagne breakfast
begets a drunken attraction
buzzed with blissful stupor
spell’t out by a wizard’d charming chant
New years eve. A new start. Friends. Sometimes with benefits. A chance to start a new you– just after you get wasted for one final time. Live without regrets. However, is that even possible? Live within the realm of regrets not being a possibility.
popping bottles.
poking out eyes
dangerous and awesome
mimosas but not as good as you hope
champagne makes me dizzy with bubbles that pop
The champagne colored dress sparkled joyfully as it clung to the young girl’s body, shimmering and throwing rainbows in the sky as sequins spun around and around. It was simple, yet elegant and was the perfect color to match the girl’s effervescent attitude that night.
When I think of New Year’s Eve, I picture myself wearing a dress full of sparkles, drinking champagne out of a tall fancy glass, “partying.” But in reality, I’m not really a partier. This year, I rang in the new year wearing pajamas, eating pizza, watching the final Harry Potter movie, and drinking champagne out of a red Solo cup – all with my sister, who is my best friend. Honestly, I think my reality is much more fabulous than my fantasy.
liquid gold
that sparks and fizzes
fireworks in my mouth
burn down my throat and stomach.
they say it’s sweet
for an alcohol drink
you see there is one thing I’d like to do, the taste of white on lips is eluding me, crossing you. can you imagine how poorly I’ve declined to, to desire just the loss of what makes us different.
We drank champagne with breakfast the next morning. Why waste it? We’d be leaving before lunchtime and we couldn’t take it with us on the train. I tipped my glass, downing the last drops of the last bottle and felt the end of my freedom sinking in. Vacation was over.
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I want those times back. The times I didn’t have to worry, or care, and could just be happy. I hear the champagne pop, and poured out into the glass. I want to feel that again, to just be with who I love and who love me. But that’s impossible to change now. I just gotta live with my life now.
I think I won’t ever grow up to drink. Not even a single shot.
See, I’m afraid of what I might do when I’m not in control. I don’t have a firm grasp on reality to begin with.
And I think that if I let my demons in, they’ll take my darkest secrets and showcase them for the world to judge.
Bubbly tartness, sweetness, tickling senses! Glasses concave and wide or tall and stately add to the fun!
The champagne flowed freely til way past midnight. The partygoers were in high form. Many of the guest did not realize what was waiting in the parking lot. Yes, a definite checkpoint, complete with officers, dogs, and plenty of handcuffs!
Take my bottle of champagne- it’s not the best I can do, but it’s the only thing I can do, for now. Take it, please. It’s what will make me feel better about everything, what will make you feel better. If only I had something stronger.
It fizzes in your glass, it fizzes in your mouth, but it doesn’t fizz down your throat. I find that amazingly wonderful and drink ridiculous amounts of it. ahhhh…
At new years eve everybody was drinking champagne, having fun, until something horrible happend: Eelena slipped and fell. Her injuries weren’t so bad, but it tramatized Bender. the baby boy.
What to do with the leftover champagne? you can’t keep it until tomorrow. you have to use it today. so i browned some butter and some garlic. added some shrimp. boiled some noodles and doused it all with the split of champagne that would have been fizzled out by the morning. yum.
Gingerly sipping the champagne, the man under the shadow set his glass down without a sound. I strained to see what his facial features consisted of, but no matter how much he moved there was no light possibly hitting him.
It was finally time for the toast. The waiters started to refill the champagne flutes and everyone was getting ready to raise their glasses. Only problem was, the person doing the toast had yet to figure out what to say. It was his best friend’s graduation party and he couldn’t think of a good thing to say about the friend.
she put the glass to her mouth and took another sip, he stared at her in the mirror and put his hands on the back of her dress and slowly started to unzip it. “Get your hands off me,” she said. She took another sip of her champagne and then threw it in his face, “I saw you flirting with her!” “Come on!” he said.
Champagne is delicious and delectable. It singes your tongue as it makes contact. It’s the drink of the classiest of parties.
Champagne
I have a small bottle of champagne that’s probably about 15 years old. Unlike wine, I don’t think champagne improves with age. I keep trying to tell people I don’t drink, but once in a while I’m given a bottle of something anyway, which I keep for “whatever.” – Where “whatever” seems to equal “until it turns to vinegar.”
Champagne is delicious, yet I always drink to much of it… Plus I’m to young for it… Kinda sucks, eh? Well, times almost up.. Bye champagne.
The only thing she can focus on is the slim, fluted glass of champagne in her hand. Pink champagne, and it matches her dress. Isn’t that just fucking perfect. She shudders, and her mind whirls, and she wonders whether it’s poisoned. Whether she should risk taking a sip. They haven’t given her anything to drink in two days, and she never knew that thirsty could feel like this, that it could obscure all the other discomforts; the digging insistent cut of the manacles in her wrists and ankles, the dank cold air that makes her gasp. She looks up at the stark gray walls, steels herself, and takes a sip.
I held my glass of champagne tightly, excitement tingling through my bones. 5…4…3…2…1…We cheered loudly as the clock struck, ringing in the new year. We raised our glasses high and tossed them back. Here’s to new opportunities, second chances, a fresh start. Here’s to new adventures. A life across the border. Here’s to you, 2012.
They sipped their champagne nervously as their eyes darted around the party. They sat next to each other but didn’t make any conversation. Instead they simply observed the seen, avoiding all eye contact and sampling anything and everything that passed by. “Party crashers,” she mumbled as the best man finished his speech, and to that they drank.
Bubbly, sparking, popping at midnight in celebration of a new year, new challenges, new exceptions. Friends, laughter, partying hats all watching the ball drop. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. POP!!!!
He took two glasses down from the shelf with one hand and the bottle of champagne from the kitchen counter with the other. His eyes never left mine. He walked toward me slowly, as if he was waiting for me to make a move. Any move.
Champions of champagne; champs aim at sham pain.
They sipped the champagne and glanced at one another every single time. The strawberries set on the table looked juicy and were so tempting…yet, that was not the only temptation in the room. Secretly, she was thinking please kiss me, imagining him holding and caressing her body in his arms. But the most prominent thought was, please don’t hurt me like he did before, please, please, please, I don’t think I could handle going through that again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; he was not the
same type of man, no he was much better than that…
Oh, champagne. What a coincidence this word would come up today. New Years I wanted to think of you instead of who I was with so I got drunk off glasses of champagne. I kissed him at midnight thinking of you. Never again will I be able to drink champagne without thinking about you.
Sparkly and clear it doesn’t taste as good as it looks. Infact it tastes just like a liquid headache..like what I think a bad day tastes like if it was a drink. But don’t you worry everyone is drinking them so you they can’t be that bad.
Pop it. What for? What’s there to celebrate? With a broken heart and broken dreams, nothing to be jubilant about. Be happy you have a bottle. Save it for some happy day. But today, just stare at it and dream of better days.
celebration
showers
kim kardashian
alcohol please?
fancy drink
wedding
nice
LMFAO
chimpanzee i think of drinking gross liquids
everyones happy
champagne
mmmmmm gross
birthday cake
yea this needs to end
grossssss it’s so gross
remember when i had it when i was in eighth grade
grosssss
Oh I would like to have the sparkling bubbles of champagne touch my nose just once, Oh I just wish.