Having finished that last post, I start walking back to the kitchen muttering "bender-time", disappointed that good wine is finished and I'll have to engage vodka, worrying this is a pathetic new low now I'm on the cusp of a great academic coup (Yeltsin style, [pre-topper!]).
Then I find a quarter-full bottle of the outstanding
Beaujolais-Villages! [Serious] problem [seriously] averted. If this bottle gets me through to the end of Kool Keith's 'Black Elvis', I'll be apples.