Champagne tingles in my insides as the moon shines lovingly on the dance floor. I see her silk white dress twirl with the wind as her hand encompasses his, and with every flowing step, I wonder what would have happened that one evening in Rome, if i had had the courage to let our fire burn a little bit longer.
I looked at the champagne in front of me. My best friend wants me top try some but i am only 15. Next he’ll probably ask me to smoke with him and that is not going to happen. “you need to grow up!” my dad’s voice said to me. Earlier that day him and i had a fight. Well, if he wants me to grow up then i will try some. I felt the bitter taste in my mouth. Wow, i thought, this is fantastic.
My mom would let me only have tiny sips of champange, it tasted gross to me, but every new years i would alway take that tiny sip, it made me feel older, like one of the adults, even though i have a loonnggg way till i am one
Champagne rained down on us like confetti on new years eve. We were in the middle of the drivers quarters, and Porsche’s head driver had just won the whole tournament. To say they were excited was an understatement. Everyone was running towards the race track where the driver would be given his trophy. I stayed behind, knowing, that if I went, I would die. Just as surely, as everyone already out there would. What they didn’t know was that as they were racing to the track, the bomb would start to count down, and by the time the trophy was handed out, the time would have run out. Their time will have run out.
My friend recently told me a story about how she knew someone that went to a LMFAO concert. She was able to sneak into the afterparty, and she said that by the end of it she was literally soaked in Champagne. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have the champagne inside me.
Juan Garrido
The best thing about being so tiny was that they could ride individual champagne bubbles, straddling them as they would perfect crystal legless horses.
i dont know that word first .. i might think its a kind of word to tell about the world
Kumar
Something to drink at parties. Another booze to make you go drunk at hit some bitches.
this thing rocks on the rocks. Celebrate with it to enjoy your time.
Nikhil
Champagne makes my nose tickle!
…No, it doesn’t.
But everyone says it should.
Everyone says Radiohead should make my nose tickle, too.
delicous bubbles on my tongue make my head fizz and scream celebration I am in ecstacy! This delectable drink is exactly what i need to start the party and put myself on course for an evening of fun.
Gemma
You sip from your glass and slowly watch the two of them together.
He has her arm wrapped around her shoulders and he raises a toast.
“To us.”
You raise your glass, but trying to remain expressionless, trying not to feel what strongly sounds like resentment, as he brings the glass to the girl’s lips, smiling lovingly at her.
She smiles and drinks the champagne, along with him.
The next moment, the two of them collapse on the floor, causing the whole room to erupt in a panic.
You choose this moment to smile and sip the contents of your glass.
i didn’t ask for
this-
i just want to blow
champagne bubbles
and talk about
feelings
and walk along the river
with somebody
who loves me enough to
kiss my face
She deserved the best. It didn’t matter that her bank account was in deficit. That had never stopped her before. There were always men who would help her fill it again. She would never be a beer girl.
I always drink champagne on New Years’ Eve. It’s tradition. Some years we buy extra and try to pop the cork to see how far it will travel.
Emily
It is something i would always imagine myself drinking with someone special or who is important in my life. It is not that expensive but somehow I relate it with the
it was nice not having to think about you as the year ended. it was a wretched year, it seems to skip. i drank champagne and didnt even think about what had happened to me 6 months prior. i hope that lasts. i hope i move on completely. this year be good to me.
Zohra
Champagne–Mozart, Dittersdorf–I’m telling students that these pieces are not profound but rather like very fine champagne. Bubbly, cheerful, celebratory.
We toasted to the day, not really the notion, but just the day. The date itself was something to be happy about I guess, at least- that’s what I talked myself into believing.
It was supposed to be some really good celebration in my life, something that meant I didn’t have to be alone anymore, but I couldn’t help but want to be alone..this wasn’t a celebration for me, just a date to remember. Another date to log into the books, and transfer to calendars year after year.
Hope Selander
Fizzy
fleeting emotions.
Taste the tip of my tongue.
You are lighting me up
and
I am making you glow.
JuNe
I popped the bottle open with one last wish to be alone. It came true. I drink this champagne without a soul to raise a glass with. I still toast to the world and keep my chin high knowing I sought out this solitude.
Champagne was flowing, and everywhere I looked, people were lost in the euphoria of partying; that feeling of ecstasy that you get that you can do whatever you want because you have an alcoholic beverage making it’s luxurious way through your system.
Marina
When the ground breaking news conference over energy waster was discussed, someone proposed for a champagne toast tojher heresy its importance,
It was New Years, and I was supposed to have a date to drink a glass of champagne with. Unfortunately, it seemed my taste in men was horrible and they were all notorious for standing me up last-minute. Instead of my handsome hero, I would be kissing my glass of champagne on New Years. How heart-breaking.
Jean and I walked along the river with a bottle of Rose champagne. It was a beautiful evening. Life felt right, and we were happy.
James
bubablyhotcoldcutesexkilldrinkglassclubhotel
katlyn barker
Champagne is opened as a celebratory drink on New Years Eve! :D Happy New Year!
Mac
“Champagne,” Donny thought, “champagne will get me into her pants.”
He poured a glass and she did not even acknowledge him.
“Chocolate. That’s a real panty dropper,” he grinned.
He slid a box of succulent Godiva dark chocolates across the table, which was getting crowded next to the flowers, the perfume and the diamond ring.
“Gosh darn it!” he exclaimed. “If I don’t get some good ol’ fashioned lovin’ by the end of this week, I’m returning this defective Real Doll™!”
a drink that is very costly n tasty mabe as i have no idea coz i never tasted it ……… the drink of love………….
Aarushi
i have yet to have my first sip of champagne. i am always reminded of the “so long farewell” song when i hear champagne and how liesl isn’t allowed any. one day i’ll be elegant.
Phyllis Wortman
there was no need for champagne as the drunks were already merry. Instead we uncorked a bottle of the cheapest wine we had and took their money. They wouldn’t notice. They would come back in the morning asking what they did, and we respond that they were happy drunks. Who knows where those bruises came from.
I have one last bottle of champagne, and if I were to share it with anyone in the world, it’d be you…And we’d sit on our couch and laugh. And you’d tell one of your stories and I’d smile. We’d slow dance in our room like we used to and I’d hold you tighter as you pull me closer. And for a moment…we’d be happy again. I swear love, we could be happy again.
Karen
The champagne was flat and not at all what I expected, just like this evening. I had dreamed of being alone with him, spending time with just one each other but now that we were together I could tell he wasn’t really there. He was drifting. He never wanted me.
Champagne tingles in my insides as the moon shines lovingly on the dance floor. I see her silk white dress twirl with the wind as her hand encompasses his, and with every flowing step, I wonder what would have happened that one evening in Rome, if i had had the courage to let our fire burn a little bit longer.
I looked at the champagne in front of me. My best friend wants me top try some but i am only 15. Next he’ll probably ask me to smoke with him and that is not going to happen. “you need to grow up!” my dad’s voice said to me. Earlier that day him and i had a fight. Well, if he wants me to grow up then i will try some. I felt the bitter taste in my mouth. Wow, i thought, this is fantastic.
My mom would let me only have tiny sips of champange, it tasted gross to me, but every new years i would alway take that tiny sip, it made me feel older, like one of the adults, even though i have a loonnggg way till i am one
It is good. It is fizzy. We have it at movie night. Becca likes it too.
champagne in my glass
joy in my heart
warm edges in my vision
cold recollection of last year
I won’t do it again
Champagne rained down on us like confetti on new years eve. We were in the middle of the drivers quarters, and Porsche’s head driver had just won the whole tournament. To say they were excited was an understatement. Everyone was running towards the race track where the driver would be given his trophy. I stayed behind, knowing, that if I went, I would die. Just as surely, as everyone already out there would. What they didn’t know was that as they were racing to the track, the bomb would start to count down, and by the time the trophy was handed out, the time would have run out. Their time will have run out.
My friend recently told me a story about how she knew someone that went to a LMFAO concert. She was able to sneak into the afterparty, and she said that by the end of it she was literally soaked in Champagne. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have the champagne inside me.
The best thing about being so tiny was that they could ride individual champagne bubbles, straddling them as they would perfect crystal legless horses.
i dont know that word first .. i might think its a kind of word to tell about the world
Something to drink at parties. Another booze to make you go drunk at hit some bitches.
this thing rocks on the rocks. Celebrate with it to enjoy your time.
Champagne makes my nose tickle!
…No, it doesn’t.
But everyone says it should.
Everyone says Radiohead should make my nose tickle, too.
Gets you very pissed very quickly, Sarah hates it makes her want to vom. Gives you acid burps. I prefer whiskey.
delicous bubbles on my tongue make my head fizz and scream celebration I am in ecstacy! This delectable drink is exactly what i need to start the party and put myself on course for an evening of fun.
You sip from your glass and slowly watch the two of them together.
He has her arm wrapped around her shoulders and he raises a toast.
“To us.”
You raise your glass, but trying to remain expressionless, trying not to feel what strongly sounds like resentment, as he brings the glass to the girl’s lips, smiling lovingly at her.
She smiles and drinks the champagne, along with him.
The next moment, the two of them collapse on the floor, causing the whole room to erupt in a panic.
You choose this moment to smile and sip the contents of your glass.
You drink tea, of course.
Not that disgusting stuff, champagne.
“To me.”
i didn’t ask for
this-
i just want to blow
champagne bubbles
and talk about
feelings
and walk along the river
with somebody
who loves me enough to
kiss my face
She deserved the best. It didn’t matter that her bank account was in deficit. That had never stopped her before. There were always men who would help her fill it again. She would never be a beer girl.
I always drink champagne on New Years’ Eve. It’s tradition. Some years we buy extra and try to pop the cork to see how far it will travel.
It is something i would always imagine myself drinking with someone special or who is important in my life. It is not that expensive but somehow I relate it with the
to a life time happiness, love and above all inner peace..cheers
The champagne flutes clinked together, spilling fizz on to the cream carpet. It was New Years Eve and bodies were packed closely together.
it was nice not having to think about you as the year ended. it was a wretched year, it seems to skip. i drank champagne and didnt even think about what had happened to me 6 months prior. i hope that lasts. i hope i move on completely. this year be good to me.
Champagne–Mozart, Dittersdorf–I’m telling students that these pieces are not profound but rather like very fine champagne. Bubbly, cheerful, celebratory.
Champagne. Bubbly. I can’t drink champagne. It’s something people have on new year’s eve to celebrate. They pop a cork and then the fiz bubbles out.
We toasted to the day, not really the notion, but just the day. The date itself was something to be happy about I guess, at least- that’s what I talked myself into believing.
It was supposed to be some really good celebration in my life, something that meant I didn’t have to be alone anymore, but I couldn’t help but want to be alone..this wasn’t a celebration for me, just a date to remember. Another date to log into the books, and transfer to calendars year after year.
Fizzy
fleeting emotions.
Taste the tip of my tongue.
You are lighting me up
and
I am making you glow.
I popped the bottle open with one last wish to be alone. It came true. I drink this champagne without a soul to raise a glass with. I still toast to the world and keep my chin high knowing I sought out this solitude.
Champagne was flowing, and everywhere I looked, people were lost in the euphoria of partying; that feeling of ecstasy that you get that you can do whatever you want because you have an alcoholic beverage making it’s luxurious way through your system.
When the ground breaking news conference over energy waster was discussed, someone proposed for a champagne toast tojher heresy its importance,
It was New Years, and I was supposed to have a date to drink a glass of champagne with. Unfortunately, it seemed my taste in men was horrible and they were all notorious for standing me up last-minute. Instead of my handsome hero, I would be kissing my glass of champagne on New Years. How heart-breaking.
shan norh
beats the
after a time, his face held a little color
Jean and I walked along the river with a bottle of Rose champagne. It was a beautiful evening. Life felt right, and we were happy.
bubablyhotcoldcutesexkilldrinkglassclubhotel
Champagne is opened as a celebratory drink on New Years Eve! :D Happy New Year!
“Champagne,” Donny thought, “champagne will get me into her pants.”
He poured a glass and she did not even acknowledge him.
“Chocolate. That’s a real panty dropper,” he grinned.
He slid a box of succulent Godiva dark chocolates across the table, which was getting crowded next to the flowers, the perfume and the diamond ring.
“Gosh darn it!” he exclaimed. “If I don’t get some good ol’ fashioned lovin’ by the end of this week, I’m returning this defective Real Doll™!”
a drink that is very costly n tasty mabe as i have no idea coz i never tasted it ……… the drink of love………….
i have yet to have my first sip of champagne. i am always reminded of the “so long farewell” song when i hear champagne and how liesl isn’t allowed any. one day i’ll be elegant.
there was no need for champagne as the drunks were already merry. Instead we uncorked a bottle of the cheapest wine we had and took their money. They wouldn’t notice. They would come back in the morning asking what they did, and we respond that they were happy drunks. Who knows where those bruises came from.
I have one last bottle of champagne, and if I were to share it with anyone in the world, it’d be you…And we’d sit on our couch and laugh. And you’d tell one of your stories and I’d smile. We’d slow dance in our room like we used to and I’d hold you tighter as you pull me closer. And for a moment…we’d be happy again. I swear love, we could be happy again.
The champagne was flat and not at all what I expected, just like this evening. I had dreamed of being alone with him, spending time with just one each other but now that we were together I could tell he wasn’t really there. He was drifting. He never wanted me.