Let me take you back in time:
Dear diary,
I'd like to begin by saying how very very sorry I am for not keeping up on my posts. I'm a very busy person. I'm also very important and fairly attractive so you can understand how hard it is to find the time. Also, that's a load of horse shit. I'm bad at this and that's that.
Why come back now you're asking yourself? Today my coworker and beloved friend, Nicholas Clearwater and I dumped 36 magnum bottles of champagne down the drain. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. EVER. There may or may not have been tiny baby sips between each dumpage. As a lover of champagne infused cocktails, saying farewell to all the bubbly deliciousness hurt my heart and brought a tear to my eye.
When I purchase the champagne early this morning the very lovely checker at Fred Meyer questioned my intentions. I happily explained that I was planning on disposing of all the alcohol and creating two lovely champagne chandeliers for an event I was setting at the Multnomah Athletic Club. She looked puzzled. The next thing out of her mouth may or may not have been the best question I've ever heard. "Have you noticed that everything is called Magnum these days?. I remained silent....She then asked if I'd ever watched the O.C. I secretly love this program and have watched it on DVD with secret friends drinking secret cocktails. I of course responded, "no way, I've never seen that program." According to Mrs. Fred Meyer, one of the main characters from the O.C. eats an ice cream bar in a commercial that's known as the "Magnum." She said it's "super sexual." At that point I had a hard time looking directly at her.
This has nothing to do with why I dump out alcohol. I just thought it was a weird interaction at 9am, before coffee. In the end she was super disappointed I was not throwing a huge rager and I was NOT inviting her.
That brings me back to my point. So I find myself and Nick once again doing something we don't want to do for the good of the company...kidding. Dumping out that much alcohol is weird. That's basically it. I took some pictures. I'm posting them below. It was a sad sad day for mimosas and French 75's.
