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Just came back from a happy birthday foo for hrafn, with yummy Afghan food at the Helmand. To do this, I had to take a break from a weekend-long game foo at Freak House, which I then returned to. (Am typing from their house now, and am amused by the accusatory-looking "FREAK" that scrolls repeatedly across my Mac's menu bar when I open my laptop's lid and it detects their eponymous WAP.)

The games and socializing are as fun as could be expected, but as far as I'm concerned the big win is my discovery that, apparently, I like Moxie. The last time I tried it must have been more than 10 years ago, and I note that back then I didn't like coffee or beer either. I have been very vocal about this find, leading others to try it again, sampling from the liter bottle that Kyuss brought (even though Kyuss doesn't like it) and they conclude: no, jmac, you are deranged, and/or a New Englander. (Many of the people in this crowd are from away.) But, yeah, it smells like Scope and tastes like... mouthwash with anise added, I guess, but I seem to think that's tasty. Apparently. I dunno. Anyway, I'm just psyched about it, lemme tell you.