How trite is it to say, "I love room service"?
As I sit on the eleventh floor of the Grove Hotel after a full day at an intense writing conference, I am thankful above all else for room service.
A dinner of portabello mushroom fries, shrimp cobb salad, and pumpkin cheesecake has brought me back from the brink of starvation.
And the fact that it came right to my door by a smiling valet...well, that is well worth every penny of the added cost tacked on to my room price.
I wonder why I've never taken advantage of room service before. Never once in my life.
I now can say, however, that it is the best invention since the non-stop flight from Salt Lake to Paris--and that blessing has literally changed my life.
But then, so has room service.
The guilt I may or may not feel at leaving the hubs and kids for the weekend was quickly swallowed up in the creamy, smooth cheesecake with raspberry compote.
Nah, there is no guilt. I'm right where I want to be.
Blessings are everywhere, people!
-S
