OK, OK, I give in.
No point in trying to do more preparation with this tired and sleepy brain after great dinner with my friends in downtown Boston, so I wrote down what to do tomorrow before they slip off my mind, and decided to have some beer before I go to sleep.
Down in the kitchen I grabbed a bottle from the fridge, opened it and came up to my room, then I recognized it wasn’t my brand. I must have grabbed someone else’s but what the hell. David says things are no one’s as long as they don’t have names on them.
I was going to use this bottle of sake, rice wine, as a carrot for me to finish the preparation, but I guess I’ll donate this to the banquet tomorrow night.