“I don’t know. People conspire against me?” she said as she watched the bartender mix her drink until her phone chimed indicating she had a text. She read it, and then sent back a quick reply. By then her drink was in front of her. “Actually they do allow small dogs, but really toy dogs are not my thing. They are all bark, no bite.”

She reached for her glass and then noticed the sugared rim. “Can you make another? This is my fault, and I’ll pay for it, but I prefer my Sidecar without the sugar," paused for a beat. "I’m not a sweet.”