Champagne I love you, but you're bringing me down.
The last two weekends my relationship with champagne has been weakened by the biggest offense- hangovers! What?! I don't get hangover. Girl Twentiesh is a seasoned professional in handling her champagne (as any dignified lady would do). But for some reason champagne is angry at me, punishing me harshly with full Saturday sentences of headaches. Stripping me of deserved days of freedom. What ever did I do to deserve this meanness? This spiteful behavior? What hurts the most is the unmeasurable trust I had in champagne. Never has he let me down. And now what? Do I give him up totally for Mr. Ketel One Martini, or just give him some space for awhile? Oh how it pulls at my heart strings. The agony.
Well champagne, I'm not going to give up on you so easily. I love you, and love is more than giving up at first weakness. I believe in you, and believe soon we'll return to our beautiful relationship. I hope this space apart can only make us stronger.