We headed to one of our favorite places; a restaurant/bar combination. We were there late enough, and it's just far enough away from downtown that it wasn't heavily populated. Aaron and I sat at the bar; looked over the dessert list. I closed my menu and took a look at the bar in front of me.
Lots of colorful bottles; backlighting; glowing screens; sparkly glasses.
And then I noticed something.
Can't see it? I know; it's dark. Really dark. (Hey - it's a bar.)
Let me show you in broad daylight.
"Oh, someone was low."
Then I answered myself, "Wait, check that... probably a mixed drink." And then I felt kind of silly.
Diabetes will never leave my brain alone, will it?