So, this happened.
The thing about ordering a bottle of champagne at a slightly ridiculous club that I never realized is that you also have to suffer having it delivered amidst sparklers and clapping and cheering and general hoo-rah. It's totally goofy.
Also, as you can tell from the photo, my work pals are awesome. Don't tell them I said that though, they'd make fun of me for being overly sentimental.