Mini Bar Maddness

Sometimes when I do something that my parents would never let me do when I was a kid, I giggle to myself. You know, like when I buy sugared cereal or a candy bar in the check out line at the grocery store. Or when I order dessert at a restaurant. Or when I put dirty bowls in the top rack of the dishwasher. This is how I silently rebel against my happy childhood.

The whole idea of staying in a hotel is a silent rebellion for me. Chris and I checked into this great hotel in downtown Houston and I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I handed over my debt card. My parents were camping people. We traveled across the country in a little orange and brown pop-up since I was a baby. Looking back, I’m sure they could have afford a hotel, but they just loved to camp and I’m glad they did because there’s nothing better than a campground full of firepits, marshmellows, and bug spray. Even today one of my favorite sounds in the world is someone walking across gravel.

So staying in a hotel is just a hoot to me. I’ve stayed in plenty and the novelty really should have worn off by now, but I still feel rebellious. And yesterday I took it a step further.

I took a Diet Coke from the mini bar.

My mom is probably reading this right now and gasping in horror. That’s right, Mom. I willingly took an overpriced Diet Coke out of my mini bar and drank it. And even more than that – I didn’t even finish it. I’m just going crazy out here in Texas! Look who I’ve become! But you know what? I LIKE IT!

Who knows what I’m capable of next. Today I may even talk to a stranger…