I confess I don't feel guilt over any of my pleasures. I think I am entitled to them all!
Well, here's something I am feeling a little guilty about. My daughter and I have tickets to see
Wicked in Memphis in a few weeks. We missed it in Nashville last year, so I promised her I'd take her whenever it came nearby again.
Now, here's where the guilt trip comes in. We have to stay overnight in a hotel (it's a four-hour drive, and I don't want to make that trek home in the dead of the night). I have been looking at hotels and have found several options. However, where I really want to stay is the Peabody, a famous Memphis hotel known for, of all things, its duck promenade inside the hotel to and from a fountain twice a day. I have never seen the Peabody ducks, and I want to. But the Peabody is at least $100 more than some other options I've looked at. I feel guilty about staying there when I could find a cheaper hotel. But I want to stay there.