Chronology of a Vice

1996:
I have never been drunk, but often I've been overserved. ~ George Gobel
Ladygoat has champagne for the first time. Takes to it immediately. Later that evening, while patiently waiting on the floor for the dorm room to stop its unusually violent spinning action, vows not to drink that stuff anymore.

1997:
It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth. ~ George Burns
The vow is rendered moot by the appeal of a champagne punch that is the specialty of the Ladygoat sorority. Vow is repeated after the Infamous Banquet. Several years of minimal champagne consumption follow.

June, 2003:
The wit of a graduate student is like champagne. Canadian champagne. ~ R Davies
Despite what Mr. Davies might think, happy hour at Varietals, the Cleveland Heights wine bar, with fellow aspiring anthropologists was most entertaining. Especially with the lovely Berry champagne cocktail, which combines Italian sparkling wine (Zardoto) with Framboise (a raspberry brandy), in hand. Ladygoat feels rather urbane and bubbly herself. Interest in champagne is again sparked.

later that June, 2003:
My only regret in life is that I did not drink more Champagne. ~ John Maynard Keynes
Hot, lazy summer evenings doing nothing are made for lychee champagne cocktails. Add a couple of spoonfuls of the lychee juice from the chilled can to a glass. Fill the glass with the appropriately chilled sparkly stuff, like the Spanish Freixinet Carta Nevada, and plop in two lychees.

Early July, 2003:
Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's a heavy mist before my eyes. ~ Jimmy Stewart, The Philadelphia Story
It all started off so peachy keen ... the champagne cocktail of the day was one of Foodgoat's own invention: peach schnapps into the laste of yesterday's Spanish cava. But while it tasted good, the dark side of sparkling wine reared once again its ugly head. For after just one glass, the effect was fuzzy rather than fizzy, dull and slow rather than shiny and happy. Here we go again: no more champagne cocktails for a while!