Location. Ibiza, Spain.
We need a yacht, 30+ champagne bottles and all the homies. Cruising through the waters out in nowhere, I just want an epic champagne shower.
I always sit and watch the team (of any sport) celebrate the elusive accomplishment of winning a championship, especially the champagne shower in the locker room. The rippling feeling of pure happiness, while soaking in the cold crisp champagne washing away the sweat and tears that were sacrificed.
That moment, I want it.