I had an ocean of alcohol on hand for the J&B reading/Christmas party, and much of it was consumed - except for the beer. So now I have all this beer in my fridge, and I don't drink beer.
Speaking of alcohol and oceans, I think I solved the mystery of where all Willie the Whaler's money goes - this ad from the November 20, 1943 issue of The New Yorker.
Willie says he's going to the "Fiddler's Green" to get a "noggin of neaters." Neaters being British slang for rum - but why would he have to go to Fiddler's Green to get rum, when clearly he's at the Whaler Bar and God knows they'll have rum. I suspect Fiddler's Green is a house of ill-repute.