Published: February 12th, 2019
The first time I ever pressed my lips onto the cooling comfort of a fine-stemmed champagne glass and felt the intoxicating sensation of bubbles evaporating in my mouth, I just knew I was a lifer. While being a champagne girl in a blunts and beer world can be a painfully isolating existence at times there’s nothing quite like recognizing one of my own kind. Whenever I meet the mascara-adorned gaze of a champagne compatriot, I become overwhelmed with…