In the states my idea of "bubbly" was never more exotic than Schweppes, but here they pull out the cork at the drop of a hat. It's gotten to the point where champagne is losing it's bubbly excitement. I got a parking space, POP!! I really enjoy this gum, POP POP POP!!
Take the last month for example. I had several friends turn thirty, a few colleagues change jobs, thanksgiving w/ the frenchies, a big win at work and a housewarming party.
Needless to say, I've been stinking drunk for weeks.
If I go out again and someone fails to immediately pour a magnum of Mum's down my throat, I think I might actually be insulted. (No pressure everybody... no pressure at all.)
See this is another reason why I can't see myself moving back any time soon. Here, bottles grow on trees and flutes pop out of the earth like dandelions. Could I really go back to beer and brats when I've grown accustomed to Champ & foie gras? Ok, I could definitely go back to it.
But I'm not going to ;)