Wipe Your Feet

A few years ago, a close friend of my family’s, Karen, gave me a bottle of 1983 Dom Perignon. It had been sitting on her refrigerator, and she didn’t want to drink it (not a champagne person, she claimed), but it was making her feel guilty just sitting there, because she was concerned it wasn’t being stored properly. She gave it to me, because it happened to be my birth year, and because Karen is a wonderful person. I was like, Karen, girl, sell it on the eBay! but she didn’t want to, so I took it from her, and I decided to save it for an occasion. Eventually, the occasion became when Peter I landed our first big-deal jobs.

Tonight we’re drinking the Dom Perignon, and I wanted to let Karen know that it’s the best glass of anything I’ve ever had in my life.