Last week, I traveled to San Jose on business. I've finally reached a point in my career where I'm 1) staying in a hotel with a bar and 2) actually encouraged to rack up expenses. You can imagine my anguish when there was no mini-bar in my room.
I rebounded.
I couldn't decide on a room-service dessert. My solution: don't decide.
You'd think that'd be my trophy photo, but no.
If this was a test of my restraint, I went down in glorious, alcohol-fueled flames.