This week brought an occasion to celebrate; after several months of heated battle in bankruptcy court, a judge ruled my family could maintain ownership of Creative Loafing. My parents started the paper in 1972 in Atlanta and it's never been controlled by anyone else. To the say the least, losing the company to a hedge fund would have been devastating. And although I don't reserve bubbly for special occasions only, they definitely merited the moment.
To get the party started, I reached not for French Champagne, but — gasp! — California sparkling wine. It's cheaper, just as tasty and the shop handily had enough so the Tampa CL staff could their buzz on together. We sighed relief, toasted and CEO brother Ben said a few inspirational words as I rejoiced in the elegant joy of a brilliant wine.