The liver was whining again. I received a bottle of familiar Moët & Chandon Imperial Brut and cured my pain. I used it at a table, but usually I prefer drink champagne on a bed as requires etiquette. I didn’t tell a thing when I was meeting New Year in San Gimignano by was thinking that isn’t meaningful. I was lying on a bed with one red wine and watched TV what was simultaneously. I found a channel, which had an English speech. It was a concert of singer on who I had assumption that she supposed to be Celine Dion. Later I cleared for myself – that was Celine Dion. Once she began to tribute to Queen by performing Show Must Go On – it was apocalypses, because this not a song with having the low vocal issues for it. Probably, Robbie Williams is one who can be equal for singing Queen. After her was a concert of Rolling Stones who performed own songs. I would watch more if I didn’t want to sleep what I did at ten o’clock.
So long ago it was when I had Moët & Chandon. I wanted also to know, is it exciting as I had then? I made less one inch turn and a cork was going to jump out from a bottle – I was happy by that. It smelled all right as it must for champagne. I made a sip – no bitterness as I was recalling my worst experiences. A mature drink. It was brut. As it supposed to be. It was Moët & Chandon as I had in a past.
Well, my second editing of my novella is going as I decided to refine one monologue after I finished the bottle. It’s not only project I have in activity, because I saw that the big book requires adding, which I began to do. My barber Elena dislikes as she called in one previous mine comings as “Viking moustaches” (what can’t be wrong and offensive for me, a man who probably is descendant of these people AAAAAAAARGH!). She wanted to correct them again in the last visit occurred days ago, but I was against. My moustaches are already have Fu Manchu shape and with exuding a plaster beard under lip I look cool by own professional opinion. I’ll tell else – a beard kills ugliness. I’m not a pretty flower without it and even scare myself… and I wrote all!
