Fashionistas who love to travel rejoice! The Lowell Hotel, one of my favorite upper east side boutique hotels located steps from Madison Ave. boutiques in New York City, will be opening a Pop-Up Café in celebration of New York Fashion Week.
On September 5th, 2013, don your fall fashion best for one night of cocktails and hors d’oeuvres starting at 6:00 pm. This will be the place to be seen! For more info: +1-212-605-6968
Seeking a Hollywood moment in New York, we drove from Boston to the Big Apple to celebrate the New York Film Festival’s Premiere of “The Social Network” based on the book “Accidental Billionaires“ by my good friend, author Ben Mezrich.
We settled into a fabulous suite at the Jumeirah Essex House overlooking Central Park, then dressed for the Friends & Family movie screening at the Lincoln Center courtesy of Sony Pictures. From there we were headed to the celeb-studded post party at the Harvard Club, followed by an ultra-private after-after party with the movie cast at the famed Minetta Tavern.
Following our screening and dinner, we made our way back to the Lincoln Center to wait to for the Mezrich’s who were at the Red Carpet World Premiere.
We found ourselves noticeably overdressed amongst fans who had gathered at a side exit carrying celebrity photos and Sharpies hopeful of an autograph by Kevin Spacey.
“Would you like to wait in my car?” a brawny chauffeur asked me as he pointed to his shiny black Cadillac Escalade. He could see my struggle to wait in the chilly night in my little black dress and stilettos. “You’ll just have to hop out when Justin comes out.”
“Timberlake?” I asked coyly having just seen his stellar performance in the film. The man nodded and explained he has been Justin’s NYC driver for the past 12 years.
I shimmied onto the plush leather seats feeling like a VIP. I’m in J.T.’s car… I muse. My obliging husband patiently waited outside. One of Justin’s crew waited quietly in the back. I sure he was just as surprised to see me in the car as I was.
Commotion started. I saw people moving outside the black tinted windows. Kevin appeared. Then Justin. He was wearing dark-rimmed “take me seriously as an actor” eye glasses, smiled and waved to his adoring fans.
I excitedly leaped out of the car. I didn’t want Jessica (Biel) to see me, afterall. The driver told me she was in Toronto filming. Maybe there’s some truth to those pesky break-up rumors, I pondered.
Justin hopped into the front seat of an Audi SUV waiting behind the Escalade. The driver explained that that the musician turned actor is contractually obligated to drive in an Audi. The car I’m was waiting in will carry his entourage. What a let down, I thought.
The fun was only about to begin, so I thanked everyone for the warm seat, and the driver handed me his card.
“Call me next time you’re in the City. I’ll drive you around.”
How fabulous would that be, but first let me check on my contract with Mercedes…(wink) It was time to hit the Harvard Club!
It was a warm summer in New York. I had just finished a lovely breakfast delivered to my suite at a very posh luxury hotel overlooking Central Park. A granola, yogurt and fruit parfait, toasted bagel, crispy bacon, coffee with milk, and the freshest squeezed orange juice had just set me back $80 with tip.
“Excuse me sir, was there a lobster, truffle and caviar omelet missing?”
After a full day of boutique shopping, I stopped into a neighborhood market to buy a “Ripe Mango: $.99 each” — The savvy plan: I’ll eat this for breakfast instead of ordering room service, and I’ll add the savings to my shoe shopping budget.
Back in my hotel room, I dropped off my purchases, grabbed a Diet Coke from the minibar and replaced the empty slot with The Mango, readjusting it several times to fit.
The next morning, I pulled out The Mango but decided I couldn’t resist the temptation to have breakfast in bed again. After all, room service is one of life’s little luxury perks, isn’t it? Prada would have to wait a little bit longer.
I placed The Mango back into the slot and ordered the prix fixe special hotel breakfast. Note: Ordering breakfast a la carte in a New York City luxury hotel will always set you back an arm and a Jimmy Choo.
That afternoon, The Mango would have been a perfectly suitable sweet fix, but the Godiva bar I also was saving was calling me. I carefully placed The Mango back into the Diet Coke slot, shut the door and savored a piece of the decadent chocolate.
Checking out of the hotel the next morning (finally having enjoyed the deliciously ripe tropical fruit), I reviewed my bill of all my charges. This was strange… Minibar: $35.00. How can this be? For days I had resisted all my impulsive urges for midnight gummy bears and the nutty rainforest crunch! I even put the Pringles back!
Then it hit me…
The Mango in the minibar! I had forgotten that it had a sensor which detects when items have been removed and then auto-charges to your room account. Fortunately, the hotel was kind enough to believe my apologetic and rambling juicy fruit of a story and reversed the extra charges.
But today, if you don’t mind, I would like to boast that I, Tiffany Dowd, have eaten the “World’s Most Expensive Mango,” and by the way, it goes great with the jumbo cashews!
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