We ordered our food and I bolused. Prosciutto wrapped pork and potatoes. When my plate arrived, I had an “oh shit” moment. This was apparently even fancier than I realized, because the serving size was tiny. I ate it all, but I still didn’t think I had had enough carbs to cover my bolus. I ate some of my aunt’s risotto, and since I’ve never had risotto, I hoped it was carb packed.
We tried to go back to the condo, but realized we didn’t have the key, so we headed to a bar. Going to the grocery store to pick up the key from the moms would be way to logical. And a lot less fun. I sat there with my cousin drinking my margarita, and I started to feel off. A quick check of the Dex revealed that I was low, so I grabbed an airhead and started eating. My cousin started laughing, and asked if I had done this before. The answer is yes, however I did say that I try not to have blue or green ones in a bar, because clearly having a color changing tongue in a bar is crazy.