I have now have an official beer.

Let me explain. Over the past year, I've given up caffeine, alcohol, and anything resembling sweets or dessert. However, to preserve what most people would assume is sanity, I plan on indulging in these three things a few times per year.

Dessert is pretty much for birthdays, and even then - small amounts. Caffeine is especially rare - I might have it twice a year, for some rare days where I am overwhelmed with work.

Alcohol is consumed pretty much on the same basis as birthdays. And even then, it's for making nice at social occasions, where the hosts INSIST I drink.

But now! If I am asked if I want something in particular, I have a beer I can request. Do you remember from my earlier blogs, the four Belgian imports? Angelique, Mystique, Euphorique, and Diablique?

Well, my guess is that enough "fine, upstanding citizens" complained about the title "Diablique," probably saying something about Satanic promotion. So, while the Belgians were busy laughing at America for being unable to develop a sense of humor, they had to come up with a new name.

Behold, ladies and gentlemen: The new name for Diablique:

"Lunatique."

I have found my beer.


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