Cristal, Marty, & Me


The first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt for today was, shit. I don’t much feel like writing about that. The next thing I thought of was shampagne/champagne, so let’s go with that.

I had the opportunity to taste good champagne only once in my life, so far. It happened at a friend’s daughter’s wedding.

Cristal Champagne.

It’s the most amazing stuff: smooth, rich flavor; not even a hint of those sharp, biting, bubbles so common in the cheap shit crap. And, no hangover. None.

I had a sick tooth extracted today–one of the last of the Mohicans. It hung on like a trooper, but there was an infection in my jaw so it had to go.

Marty, was his name.

We’d been through a lot of food together, Ol’ Marty & me. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, snacks–you name it, we ate it.

OMG! There was this one time when we…oh, what the heck. The past is the past. It’s time to let go.

Sure could use a glass of Cristal now.

Bye, Marty!

Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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