2AM Midnight Munchies: My Secret Carnival Dream Room Service Adventure

It started innocently enough. My husband had fallen asleep around midnight after we stumbled back to our cabin on Deck 9, and I was still riding that post-comedy-show high from the evening's performance in the Showtime Theater. You know that feeling when you're too energized to sleep but everyone else around you is already snoring? That was me, scrolling through my phone in the dark like some kind of sleep-deprived criminal, when my stomach decided to stage a full rebellion. I knew I shouldn't do it. I really did. We'd had dinner at Bonsai Sushi, lunch at the Alchemy Bar, and snacked our way through the Lido Deck earlier that afternoon. But there I was, wide awake on a ship in the middle of the Caribbean, and my brain suddenly became convinced that I absolutely needed food. That's when I remembered: room service. Twenty-four-hour, always-available, bring-it-right-to-your-cabin room service. I'd never actually used it before. In my mind, room service was something fancy people did on the last night of their cruise when they wanted to feel bougie. Or something desperate people did when they were too seasick to move. I definitely didn't picture myself as a 2AM room service person. Bu…