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I do not enjoy soda. I don't like how it makes my teeth or mouth feel (sort of like the entire thing is dissolving, bubble by bubble), it gives me a weird headache, and it makes my insides feel like mush. Regardless of the way I know it will make me feel mere moments after enjoying it, I get a more-than-mild hankering for a few sips every few months. Usually this can be satisfied with a few sucks on someone else's straw at the movie theater or a sneak sip from my dad's glass at dinner. Friday, though, this was not the case. I wanted a can of Coke. Only a can. And only Coke.

First of all, Coke beats all of the other cola drinks. It's silly to say, because I sound like a commercial, but it's a much more classic taste than Pepsi. And don't even get me started on the supermarket varieties. I think I feel this way mostly because Coke was what my dad drank (and still does) when I was a kid; any sips we had were special treats, and always had to be either dad-approved or very sneaky (still the case).

Next, whatever the brand, cola is always tastier from a can. Bottles don't allow it to be as crisp, plus they create more bubbles and don't make the can-opening crack that makes can-drinking so satisfying.

So Friday night (after some not-so-sneaky dodging), standing outside of the local AMC 24, I had my Coke-in-a-can. As usual, even though I didn't want it anymore after the first sip, I forced down two or three more, then handed over the rest.