Today’s Reason To Drink

Mall of America is no Panama City.

During our daily news meeting this morning, my coworkers were joking about the Mall of America in Minnesota — who goes there and why, etc.

I mumbled that I had gone there for my senior year spring break in high school, and the room first went silent — and then flooded with roars of laughter.

Yes, while other kids my age were experimenting with sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll on the beaches of Florida, me and two of my friends (Kristy and Katie) were wandering around the largest mall in the world and anticipating our meals at Planet Hollywood. I never said I was cool.

And for the record, we had a blast at the mall, and it was the first time any of us had been on vacation alone — without parents. We stayed up late, talked about our future and the sophisticated lives we’d be living now, and, well, went shopping!

Right on!

This was the spring before I started college and would try tequila for the first time. And beer. And Zima. And … you get the picture.

The moral of the story: I’m about 10 years behind everyone else, and I still rock a Planet Hollywood T-shirt on occasion.

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