Tuesday. I've made a run to Beverages and More where I purchased two bottles of Ozeki sake, sharp cheddar cheese and a box of Carr's Table Water crackers. I also purchased a bottle of Chiyonosono Juninai Ginjo sake that sounded pretty hot from the description Beverages and More had written on the shelf below it and it cost, well, six times the price of the Ozeki. No, I have no idea how to pronounce it and yes, I have no idea why I bought it, but one goes with one's hormones when one is shopping for alcohol. Which is, of course, the problem.
And the reason for doing this in the middle of a work week?
An evening with a flask or two of heated in a microwave oven Ozeki (a foodie would heat the flask by placing it in a container of hot water and would never admit to using anything as crude as a microwave) with cheese and crackers while watching a movie is my idea of a good evening. And, yes, this is a middle of a work week Tuesday with an interminably long week still stretching into the distance before us, but why not do something to relieve the pain? Why not sit here, as I might on a weekend evening, feeling just fine? The problem is always how many of these flasks (each one about a fifth of a bottle) you consume, doodle-dee-doom. Two? Three? No problem. Four? Five? A problematic Wednesday morning at the office looms after four or five. Or more. One's resistance does not increase with consumption, I've found.
Thursday. OK. Tuesday, as described, was fine. Wednesday, with the rest of the bottle calling and another as yet uncorked (un-screw topped) sitting right beside it, got out of hand right out of the gate and today, although OK, was not a day I would want repeated.