Just some thoughts and ideas going around in my head while trying to figure out where I am and where everyone else is going.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

...Drink, and be merry.

So I got this bottle of la Grande Dame Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin at the duty-free shop in Heathrow Airport around 1994 or 1995. It cost me, at the going exchange rate, about $60 and I thought to myself these bitches really know how to rape a guy when he’s at the most vulnerable.

You see it’s always been my theory that at any duty-free store you always pay more than what it would cost at the store on the local High St including the taxes. But I was at the point where I figured I could spend my pounds sterling there or wait until I got back to the States and go to the James Cook, Sam Cook, Harry Cook or whatever the name of the exchange bureau was called then and convert the money into dollars at a rate that would even make a loan shark or a fence blush with shame.

Not being a real champagne drinker, although if I had a choice the cheaper yellow label version of Cliquot has always been my favorite, I always thought that I would save my French import via London for a special occasion. I didn’t know what that occasion would be, but it would have to be a small one because there are only so many people you can share one bottle with. 

But somehow that occasion has never really happened or at least never thought of until it was well after and done with. I mean sure, there has been the birth of this relative or that. There have been the times that I got together with this person or thanked God that I didn’t, but I never thought to reach under the bed, my storage cellar, to celebrate the event. And now that I find on the internet that the going price for an ’89 Grand Dame is around $360 I realize, sad thing,  I’m not sure if I ever will crack the bottle open.

I’ve been having the weirdest dreams recently, all of which have been apocalyptic in nature with me ending up running from something. I may have to change my movie watching to romantic comedies or something instead of the teenage Armageddon types that I like to go for. So with that kind of foreboding and the long dead Mayans telling us that the end of the world will be on Friday, I’m sort of thinking about my bottle now. 

I know I won’t open the Grande Dame on Thursday because that would be just silly, nothing’s happening. But if on Friday there are earthquakes or erupting volcanoes or an invasion from Mars I somehow don’t see myself saying, “Time for the bubbly,” either. But since like TS Elliot I see my world ending, "not with a bang but a whimper," that's probably not worth thinking about.

I wish I had spent that $60 on something else; I would have more than used, lost or broken it by now. All I actually do know is that by next week, I'll still be staring at the bottle and still wondering when.


  1. blessings.....
    unless you gonna sell it and earn a cool $300 profit I say open it and celebrate you, life in general because the reality it no one knows when there numbers up and if you don't drink it, somebody else will.

    Open it and celebrate you. You are worthy.


    1. Thanks for dropping by Rhapsody B. I hear you and I know what you mean. It was never my intention to hold on to it so long but time and things just got in the way, as time and things usually do. But unfortunately I think you may be right in that somebody else will end up drinking it or throwing it out if it's a family member long after I'm gone.

  2. I feel you man.

    I guess wines and champagne like this are like gold, the longer you keep it the more valuable it becomes.

    I'm not a big drinker, but I doubt my wife would have let a bottle like that sit around our place for too long. Once we went on a cruise and I ended up buying a whole lotta booze. I doubt we were home a month and all of it was gone.

    Seize the day my brother!!!

    1. One of my fears has always been, supposing this truly turns out to be Nectar of the Gods, then why am I sitting at home alone wasting it on me? Or if I am sharing it with someone, are they actually worthy of sharing such joy? Or 3, after drinking I just end up singing the old Peggy Lee song, "Is that all there is?"

      As for you and the missus, I believe they have 12-step programs for couples now.


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