May 22 2005
Hotel Life
Other than the four-tier dark chocolate fountain, which was girl-nip (I don’t think they would have been more excited by, or lined up as long for, Sex God du Jour – is it still suddenly single Brad Pitt? Or am I, as usual, behind the times and it’s someone else entirely?), the best thing at the party was all the waiters circulating with trays of delicacies. Not only were they always giving you shrimp and wine, they took away the empties and then brought you a fresh supply. Wouldn’t it be great to have that at your house? In the morning, they could circulate with croissants and fruit, then change to lunch things and dinner things, and of course, late-night snacks.
The only thing that would be better than that would be living at a very grand hotel. Eloise had the right idea (hmmm. Just noticed that I bear a startling resemblance to Eloise, what with the unruly, stick-straight hair and the pillowy tummy), and was lucky enough to live at the glorious Plaza before it closed. It is now being made into a travesty of itself, with all the rooms with the best views being made into condos, with the rest being hotel rooms available to the po’ folks who can’t afford the condos (or object to them on very solid philosophical and aesthetic grounds).
There are definite advantages to living in a hotel, number one being room service, which is one of my favorite things in the world. No dishes, ever, and if your plumbing acts up, just call the front desk. Daily maid service! On-site gym! Valet parking! They’ll take away your laundry and bring it back, all nice and clean and actually ironed.
And don’t forget the chocolate on the pillow at night.
2 Responses to “Hotel Life”
I gave up on Brad Pitt when he dumped Jennifer Aniston for the very scary, very weird (I mean, really, people, she had SEX with BILLY BOB THORNTON – EEEEWWWW – to say nothing about the vial of his blood she wore about her neck) Angelina Jolie.
You are SO spoiled. If you come to Chez Best, I hope you don’t expect anything like that. You think YOU are a bad hostess? Just wait. I’m all about making my guests help themselves to everything so I don’t have to do a damn thing. Hahahaha!