Champagne is the only wine that leaves a woman beautiful after drinking it.

Last week, my friend Erika & I went to our friend Waverly's for a night of breakfast for dinner, mimosas, and gut busting laughs. Literally at one point I was near tears when Waverly was telling us about a small patch of hair that she decided to shave in the middle of her hairline. Although the night was totally worth it, it was nothing short of an adventure. Believe me when I say that we were like Dora the Explorer gets lost through hell. At one point, Erika and I were off-roading, riding on fumes because we were going to run out of gas at any minute, and rolling in the deep through the ghetto while it was social hour. Half a tank of gas, countless rerouting and two hours later, we made it to Waverly's house! Weeeee.