Apple Juice? Flat Beer? Pee?
Chris and Birdzone and I took a quick trip to Oqunquit, Maine (mostly because Chris saw that it was ranked "Best Beach Town" in his beloved Yankee Magazine, which meant "we had to go") for a few days, enjoying some of the beautiful Maine coastline.
But, as with all travel comes wonky eating schedules. Which meant that by the time we rolled into Maine, breakfast was several hours behind me and my blood sugars were starting to tank. We headed to a little pizza place near our hotel (Pizza Napoli - good white pizza!), where I ordered an orange juice to take the edge off the 53 mg/dL.
"We don't have orange juice. But we do have apple juice," said the waitress.
"Sure, apple juice would be great," I replied, handing a bag of crayons to Birdy and watching her set upon putting polka dots ("pokey dots") on a picture of a dinosaur. Which is why I can't blame the waitress for bringing the juice back in a plastic cup with a lid and a straw, thinking it was for my daughter:
I took a few sips from the straw - just enough to bring me back up into range, for once, instead of downing the whole glass in two gulps - and set the cup aside.
"It looks like flat beer," Chris said. "Or urine."
"But definitely not apple juice," I said.
"Nope," he replied, smirking. "Definitely not."
And there we sat, our daughter happily coloring, our pizza in the restaurant's brick oven, and a suspicious glass of what could have been mistaken as urine on our table.