(Excuse the poor grammar in the title!)
This is a story that happened a few years ago but I still think about it and get turned on.
I was in my mid-20s, and, on a Friday night, I received some very big, life-changing-in-a-positive-way news. After an evening of celebration with my family, I drove myself out Saturday to watch college football. Being a west coaster with an east coast alma mater, my games are often early, and this morning was one of those. The benefit of this is that the game specials center around brunch and we all know that brunch is the best meal of the day, a perfect combination of the top breakfast and lunch options (and served with a slice of cantaloupe at the end).
But it’s not the food that makes brunch so amazing, it’s the drinks. And this particular bar offered $10 bottles of prosecco during morning games. Champagne drunk is the best drunk, and I’m a light weight. I finished the bottle by myself, on top of several celebratory shots bought by others, and ended the game in a fun, inebriated state.