Remember that song “Ladies’ Night” by Kool and the Gang? Well, I’ve had that number playing on a loop in my head for the past two hours. I like it, so I’m not annoyed.
On Saturday night, I somehow got lost in Midtown Manhattan, which was a little embarrassing for me for two reasons: First, I’ve lived in the Big Apple for six years and second, this particular area is on a grid. I found myself walking up and down W. 55th street a few times looking for a restaurant.
In late summer 2009, I wrote a freelance article about four new hotels opening in New York City that fall. At this particular point in my career, I had covered the hotel industry for a few years, and one thing I can say with absolute certainty is hotels rarely ever open on time. So my week of touring these four spaces was spent, essentially, walking through construction sites—which isn’t that much fun in high heels.
When the first warm day hits NYC, everyone always has the same game plan: You say to yourself with absolute conviction, “I am going to spend the entire summer outside.” Your plans involve multiple trips to the park, lounging at the beach and a barbecue every weekend.