"What is that guy doing?" NBF whispered over her shoulder as the man behind us sang along to his iPod.
"It's like his stomach is a cotton candy machine. Oh my goodness, is he singing Celine Dion?"
We talked about our jobs, the wedding next year, and our plans to take Batman out for her birthday that night. After assessing our sun-burned skin, we headed up Route 4 and grabbed the Batman.
Dinner in Providence.
A drink or two. (Okay, maybe a few drinks.)
And some dancing.
Blood sugars were a little on the higher side (running from around 180 mg/dl and crested up as high as 265 mg/dl) but it was nice to relax with friends and have a good time. Focusing on work, developing side-projects, and keeping my eye on the career ball is good, but sometimes you need to just let loose and have a damn good time.
And before bed last night I was 129 g/dl. This morning, 127 mg/dl. Good recovery. Back on track for the work week.