“You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.”

—William Blake, Proverbs of Hell.

With a calm shrug, I remember that recent Friday night. I slipped on some heels, a little black dress and Ubered to the anniversary celebration of a local wine agent.

He had invited winemakers from all over the world, clients and writers to a swanky restaurant in Toronto’s financial district.

Winemakers poured their best bottles; fancy hors d’oeuvres circulated on silver trays held by attractive, high-breasted servers; and guests tasted as may wines as they pleased, all of which were quite compelling.

Now let it be said that, as a wine writer, I know my limit and play within it. I don’t like to gamble with the prospect of a hangover. The last one I had was more than a decade ago, and it was fierce.

So back to the party.