So after the house-closing yesterday, I swung by HEB to pick up a few things, among them a bottle of champagne with which Ashley and I could toast to our newfound home-owner status.  I got home and put it in the freezer to get it cold ASAP.  However, we totally forgot all about the stupid champagne…I went out to see the Ratgirls’ show at the Jackalope (which rocked!) and Ashley stayed home to be a good student and do her homework…lights dim, Travis and Ashley go to sleep…this morning, I’m getting our food together for the day.  I open up the freezer and before me lies champagne that is now the consistency of a slightly melted frozen margarita, swaddled in broken glass that once formed a bottle.  That’s about it really, I don’t have a nice neat wrap-up for this story.  There’s probably some beautiful over-arching symbolism to this story that either I’m too dense or it’s too early to realize.  Um, stay in school.

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2004-04-14T16:03:47.000Z

I recall once putting a bottle of bubbly in Tim’s freezer.  It froze, burst and spilled all over the place, but it made the most beautiful frozen champagne fountain.  Seriously, it was like a work of art.