I could talk about the YawnLog meeting tonight–mention how it sounds like we’re really going places, that we’ve got plans and a future and it’s going to be glorious–but what I really want to talk about is cheap boxed wine.

I was expecting bad. I mean, that’s what cheap boxed wine is all about, right? Something which is cheap and available in bulk and isn’t good by any stretch of the imagination? But no, it wasn’t like that. It was cheap–some California blush wine–but it had almost no flavor. It wasn’t pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, but it was drinkable. It was flavorless, but drinkable.

I never asked Tim Hwang why he had it. That would break the magic, surely. So we drank bad wine from a creepy sack, and discussed, in many ways, the future of our little organization, whatever it is. I think we’re on the verge of doing something genuinely impressive. YawnLog is both our proof of concept and our best and greatest hope for the future, our flagship.

And if anything tonight was its christening, not with champagne, not with ceremony, but with cheap wine and a bunch of kids sitting around a flimsy coffee table, joking and talking and maneuvering and generally getting there in the end.

I’m excited.