I think this was the first wedding ceremony that I actually enjoyed a beverage, an alcoholic one at that, while spectating. Tara and I clinked bottles, as we waited for Chloe, Bridget, and Joe to escort Mom down the aisle. My mom got married at my sister's lake house this weekend. Congrats Mom!
As we were driving home from Connecticut...where the ceremony took place....
I was zoning out in the front passenger seat, as Dave drove. Then I saw it. A Connecticut license plate had the letters "D" "I" "B" "E" "T" "E" "S". No, that could not be. I wondered if the "DIBETES" was short for "DIABETES". My answer quickly flashed by before I had time to verbalize all that had been going down on my side of the car with the license plate and my curiosity. My answer was in the form of an arm site...a CGM?. I caught a glimpse of it as Dave whizzed by the young adult female.
"Dave!!! I gotta get by that car again." I think I was kinda excited.
"She has a license plate that says D-I-B-E-T-E-S...and she has diabetes!!!"
"She has an arm site of sorts."
" I think it was a Dexcom."
I desperately wanted to share some sort of "uniting" moment with this woman. So, I talked Dave into slowing up and positioning the car so that I may "interact" with her on some level while we careen down the highway. My idea was to wave some sort of diabetes paraphernalia out the window. Bridget was horrified. Joe did not even know what was going down as he was head-phoned and engrossed in The Princess Bride.
Dave maneuvered us in and out of traffic. He slowed. He weaved. He got us over to the right lane. She, "DIBETES License Plate Lady", was in the middle lane. She passed us. Dave then crossed the middle lane and got us into position in the left lane. He stepped on it. I rolled down my window. I had Joe's Dexcom receiver in my hand. I was waving it out the window ... kinda fist pumping it in the air ... at "DIBETES License Plate Lady". I think I was screaming "WOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" or something. She and the passenger, another young adult female, took notice of me and responded in like with multiple fist pumps, while "Wohoooooooo-ing". Huge grins were gracing our faces.
Upon closer inspection, her arm site was a pump site. It looked "Medtronic-y".
A day-in-the-life of wanting to express "same-same" at 70 mph.