I have a bottle of vintage Taylor Fladgate Port that is going to be brought out and exercised when Fidelito es finito . . .
We may get champagne; I could get smashed with Bacardi and not know what hit me until way too late!
My mother saved some wine in case President Nixon ever came to dinner, but it turned to vinegar, symbolically :-0>. She always wanted to meet Henry Kissinger, too. Time marches on ...