Blue in Monte Carlo

It's just after 9pm here in Monte Carlo. This is my last night in this city for at least another year. I've seen a lot of interesting stuff since I've been here, the likes of which I should someday use as writing fodder. I should be done with my work and available for silly writing some time in the next six hours. In the meantime, here's a look at the signature drink of a hotel bar.



As I sat with a Norwegian buddy of mine, drinking these only because they were ordered for us, I commented about how bad it was. Sverre agreed, but we continued to drink and discuss places we'd never want to live. Halfway through, he said, "You know, this drink sort of grows on you."

I couldn't help but agree, but later I thought, "More likely, it grows in you."