My Movie Club Moves On Up to the St. Regis!
A couple of months ago, reps from the swanky St. Regis Hotel on Fifth Avenue asked for my favorite restaurants and neighborhoods for some promotion they were doing, promising a free, ritzy weekend there as a reward.
I was sure this was one of those large-scale scams, like when I almost went to Liberia to close a multi-million dollar financial transaction that would set me up for life.
But I dutifully answered the questions just in case.
And the result was that my movie club just had our regular session in a gorgeous suite at the St. Reeg!
It was gilded and lovely and the TV was much bigger than in my house--and it worked--and the chairs were plush and there were two bathrooms, so there was none of the usual cueing up outside the bowl.
And speaking of bowls, the hotel left me a wondrous batch of fruit! And a bottle of Alain Ducasse's best champers!
It was all so magical it pained me to go back to my luxury co-op the next day!