When I was a cocktail waitress at Green Dolphin Street in Chicago, I was concerned with three things...money, girlfriends and cocktails. When I became a manager of the club room I catered to those who could pay for a table, and for $100, a table at the front of the stage would magically appear. It was fun. I developed a severe taste for Veuve Clicquot. The bartender, Ginger was my very dear friend. Any night she worked, Veuve was flowing all night long for me. These nights, arguing with my husband, doing dishes, folding laundry, boredom all make me miss my "fun" life. I did not appreciate my life then; I was too preoccupied with whatever small drama was staring me in the face. Turning 37 this week. I think I will keep hoping for a gaggle of my girls, together again. Drinking Veuve.