we drink champagne to get whisked away to a euphoric, romantic place or feeling of culture and decadence. a place like this add by MUMM... in reality, it just usually leads to vomit on your tailored blazer, scuffed up "handmade in italy" shoes, some paste like make-up on your shirt collar, and sloppy, dizzy unprotected sex with a possible stranger with daddy issues.... fuck it, i still love it.
