Can’t buy me bubbly

I love champagne. Love it. My gal pals and I enjoy nothing more than a glorious bottle o’ bubbly, preferably on a patio or at a cozy lounge over gossip and such. I also enjoy when complimentary cocktails are sent to our table care of an admirer. Who wouldn’t? I’m lucky to roll with a fairly foxy crew, so a grand gesture of this sort is not exactly unheard of. However, it’s a rarity that we receive a bottle of fine champagne upwards of $150. This does not happen every day possums.

After knocking off work on Friday I raced to an oceanfront patio to meet one of my besties for a beverage in the sun. Bliss. As we caught up over a few pints, we noticed a fine bottle of bubbles headed our way to which we redirected the server advising him that unfortunately he had the wrong table. Moments later our waiter made his way back to our table assuring us that the bottle was in fact for us, care of another guest is the restaurant. Hmmmm. Normally, we would be happy to accept this little bottle of goodness but we both had dates with our respective boys and needed to be cool (somewhat of a feat when this particular bestie and I get together). So we decided to have just one glass and settle our bill.

As we enjoyed the fabulous fizz, we couldn’t help but wonder who might have sent the champagne? My friend’s ex-boyfriend was the bar manager for a time, maybe he sent it? Nope. We called him. I work 2 blocks from this establishment and have produced some fine work as of late, perhaps one of my superiors was having drinks and sent it over? Nope. I walked the perimeter.

Moments later we were rudely accosted by an angry little man who decided to ‘school’ us in front of everyone on the patio. He questioned why we couldn’t have just enjoyed the bottle he and his friend sent over and how blatantly ridiculous he thought we were. After the old boy was finished scolding us, my faithful companion thanked him (and I quote) for his ‘feedback’. Ha.

What this man didn’t realize was that a) we both can afford to buy our own champs and b) it’s not that unlikely that someone we knew could have sent it. As we were wrapping up, we decided to have the bottle re-corked before booking it out of there. As we made our exit, the same geriatric gent shouted across the patio advising us that we shouldn’t take the champs corked, he’d like to buy us a new one. Well that was the cork that broke the camels back. My friend boldly walked over and placed the corked bottle of bubbles on his plate. “There you go Gramps!” Well, that’s not exactly what she said..but it went down something like that.

Grand gestures are great, whether they come from a grandaddy or a pimp daddy. However, the rules in which we are to accept these gestures can be simply outrageous. Sometimes boys should just keep their bubbles to themselves.