I keep a bottle in my fridge that I don’t open until I accomplish something so spectacular that I celebrate by dumping it over my head.
The latest instance was Saturday night, after the I nailed the best performance of my acting career. (Yes, I know Mumm is swill, but it was gifted to me after being left over at a party, and I don’t question the universe.)
Can’t get into specifics about Saturday quite yet, but the champagne tasted sweet and stung the shit out of my eyes. That was a good night.
