Bubbles Anyone?
Bubbles for me.
What does bubbles mean to you?
If I was younger I might say “bubble bath” or those plastic soap bubble makers for kids. Or even the pillow of bubbles used to bathe me during a Turkish bath I experienced in Turkey. But that’s another blog itself.
But not now. I’m talking drinkable bubbles.
One evening sitting at home in front of my fireplace, up popped a wine club ad on my phone. I’ve never joined a wine club and its expensive. I’m not sure how a wine club even knew to find me. But then again Google knows everything. Why can’t if find me a winning lottery ticket?
My go to is often Trader Joes for their very reasonable wines and of course ending with the incredibly chirpy Trader Joe check-out person who is always happy to see you and thanks you profusely for bringing your own bags.
Who wouldn’t like that? A $7 bottle of wine or sparkling wine followed by the happiest cashiers on earth.
Hmm, I wonder if Google knows my shopping list at Trader Joes?
Nah, couldn’t be.
So watching another U-tube of Astrology here comes the wine club ad… so I take a look and unfortunately the wines are mostly from California and recently I’m interested in wines from other parts of the world. Especially France.
So I exit out of the pricey ad and go on…but I start thinking….. If there is wine club then……maybe there is champagne club out there, right?
So the fingers do the walking…
And I stumble on a champagne club. “The Bubbles club.” No bubble bath or plastic things to blow bubbles through. Funny it made me think of the “tub club” a place to drink bubbly in a private hot tub with friends with benefits… wait, sorry I got sidetracked…
Adult bubbles…. Ok then.
I looked at it, and it said many of the champagnes come from small family owned champagne houses and on occasion some sparklers from other parts of the globe.
Cost; $139 month or whatever delivery schedule you want.
Well now. I think every other month is good. And I’ll get three bottles at a time it read… but really will three bottles last two months? I question my bubbly drinking schedule.
But like a good adult, I will open them up sparingly. And taste them slowly. And stop buying the $7 sparklers from Trader Joes, maybe
Although they have their place in mimosas.
Marketing does work. I loved the name The Bubbles Club, it sounds so light, so happy, so festive, and fun. Kind of like me when I was younger.
Just kidding
But it showed beautiful packaging and opportunities to add on extra deliveries and take courses in bubble tastings… enough said, I want in I decided. And I have questions about bubbles that maybe The Bubbles Club will answer.
Like why do some bottles have tiny bubbles and others big ones? Hmm sounds like my past dating life.
Or why do some bottles lose their bubbles before you even finish the glass? Like my ex-spouse. Just kidding. Not.
Are they all mixed grapes? From different places or is single grape variety the best?
I need bubbly school; I feel deficient in understanding the fine art drinking champagne and of course spending too much money on things that tickle my tastebuds. I should know more. I should taste more. I need bubble school.
Ok then, the decision was made. I decided on every other month deliveries. With one button the delivery was on the way.
The good part it arrived in three days. Wow.
I wanted to open the box like a kid on Christmas day. Inside the Bubbles box was three bottles, two from France and one from California and a bubbles 101 guide. Wooo hoo, and packaged very nicely.
I estimated each bottle was over $40 under normal circumstances if I bought them individually. Ok, well I thought no problem, it will make me be way choosier about when to drink it…. Kind of like pain meds, take the good stuff when you need it but take the Tylenol when you really don’t.
So at this writing I’m planning my own tasting and decide to open my first bottle that evening with dinner; a Blanc de Blanc Champagne J. Vignier Grand Cru “Ora Alba” from Cote Des Blancs, Champagne, France for $70. And a Blanc de Blanc out of California from Trader Joes at $9 to compare.
What did I find?
The Trader Joes tasted harsh and sharp on the palate. The new bottle? Close to heaven, the bubbles tight, the color a soft gold, the taste smooth with a great finish…nothing like my ex except the tiny part… just kidding
What have I learned on my first bottle?
Thinking like Mae West I thought; “I like my bubbles like I like my men; smooth, rich, tasteful and know how to finish”…..but I digress..
However all bubbles have their place expensive or not…but..
Drink the good stuff straight up.
Drink the cheap stuff in a mimosa or other cocktail…
So if you can, try The Bubbles Club
It might be better than dating..
Somewhere in Texas drinking French champagne, instead of Cava from Spain.
Waiting on my next delivery…
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Published by Chif
I am a nurse, divorced, and love travel. I climb stairs with a bunch of friends and I’m the Captain of a stair team called Tower of Power. I’m also a cancer survivor. I had anal cancer and before you think something rude… I was married 21 years to a greedy controlling cold asshole. That’s why I got ass cancer. And that’s what gave me the strength to leave. Sometimes it takes near death to wake one up. Now 8 years out, here I am embarking on another change. Move to Spain, teach kids English, and travel some more. I’m not rich but I’ve saved a little to float until my pension kicks in, in a few years. That’s why I chose Spain. I can live here pretty cheap, and travel farther on less, and well have some fun finally. I’m no spring chicken,.I’m 58, and well..you never know when your pink slip on life will be handed to you. Been there done that… I’m not waiting for another one……..adios chicos and chicas
About Me
This blog is about changing my life again. But this time, as a single, late-50s woman who has survived advanced cancer and a terrible divorce, I’m stepping into a completely new chapter. I’m moving out of the USA to do something I’ve never done before: teach English to young elementary children in Spain. As an experienced geriatric nurse who never had kids or even babysat much, this new path feels like uncharted territory.
With no Spanish under my belt, feeling too old to start learning, and questioning why I would leave the comfort of a good job and health insurance, I sit here wondering: Whose f***ing idea was this anyway? Mine, all mine. And here is my story, one painful step at a time.
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I am a nurse, divorced, and love travel. I climb stairs with a bunch of friends and I’m the Captain of a stair team called Tower of Power. I’m also a cancer survivor. I had anal cancer and before you think something rude… I was married 21 years to a greedy controlling cold asshole. That’s why I got ass cancer. And that’s what gave me the strength to leave. Sometimes it takes near death to wake one up. Now 8 years out, here I am embarking on another change. Move to Spain, teach kids English, and travel some more. I’m not rich but I’ve saved a little to float until my pension kicks in, in a few years. That’s why I chose Spain. I can live here pretty cheap, and travel farther on less, and well have some fun finally. I’m no spring chicken,.I’m 58, and well..you never know when your pink slip on life will be handed to you. Been there done that… I’m not waiting for another one……..adios chicos and chicas
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