I thought my friends bought me fizz because I was fun. In fact, it was because they barely knew me any more
Someone once told me a story about Mariah Carey that goes like this: in an interview, Carey is asked to name her drink of choice. “Prosecco,” she replies, matter-of-factly. Unsatisfied with this answer (of course the glitter-loving songstress drinks wine that sparkles), the journalist pushes on. “Sure,” they say, “but what else?”
“Just prosecco,” Carey replies.
