Champagne on a Tuesday

Sarah texted me at 5:30 asking if I was free tonight because she had news. Big news. The kind that apparently requires champagne on a weeknight.

Turns out she got the promotion she’s been quietly working toward for months.

Champagne on a Tuesday

We’re sitting here with actual champagne flutes (thank you, wedding registry from three years ago) talking about how surreal it feels when the thing you’ve been hoping for actually happens.

Floor picnic champagne edition

We ended up on the floor with the bottle between us, scrolling through her phone looking at apartments she can finally afford in better neighborhoods. Jake keeps walking by pretending he’s not listening to our very detailed discussion of commute times and counter space requirements.

Some Tuesday nights just turn out different than you planned. This one’s definitely going in the good column.