Monday, November 9, 2009

Better than a star sighting.

There are two things I love about the lobby lounge at The Mercer in NYC -- three if you count the Ginger Margarita. Every time someone walks through the door every head in the lounge turns to see who it is. Yes, The Mercer does attract a celebrity clientele. Personally, I crank my neck to watch the staff clean the lounge meticulously late at night. (They even wipe down the backs of the seat cushions!) I'm usually the only one there to witness this ritual. That's because my good friend Ginger just won't let me go to bed. Hit.

1 comment:

  1. At the the risk of being rude, I would suggest the staff may be looking for lost treasures from the tragically rich:D