Oddly, I was looking for the mead on Saturday. The College of St Monica held its anniversary tourney and potluck feast, and nobody brought anything brewed. That is odd, because St Mons has a history involving beer and mead, being named for the patron saint of alcoholics.
But the odd thing was that I was the one looking for the mead - I usually would have a little if it's there, and then go back to elderflower cordial and ginger sekanjabin. I think I was looking for an excuse to do silly things. By that time of the evening we were sitting around the fire singing filk. It was a good evening.