Yes. I took a picture of a bed. But it is a GREAT bed.
Just got back from spending 24 hours in NYC. There was to be a client-and-team meet and greet this morning but due to the client not being a very nice person with whom we could work effectively, the whole contract was abruptly scraped and the meeting cancelled.
But I couldn't cancel the train tickets and hotel room I had already booked, so rather than let them go to waste, I went to NYC anyway, if only to sleep in that heavenly bed. Yummmmmmmmyyyy. I could die in that bed. It is really like sleeping on a cloud. Or on the plush bosom of a gigantic, warm hen.
I set my alarm earlier than I needed to this morning, just so I could wake up and have the pleasure of remembering where I was sleeping, and could afford to stay in it a little longer by turning over and sinking my face into a new part of the pillow, and nestle back down into the soft sheets, so cool and plump and airy. Mmmmmm, so decadent. If I could dream up a perfect, most decadent scenario it would be to get a pedi/manicure on that bed, then be served kobe steak on that bed, to be followed with warm apple crisp on that bed, then knit thick cashmere socks on that bed, a glass of warm shiraz and a cat within reach, and a roaring fire in front while all the windows are open and a crisp fall breeze blows though.
I love that bed.
I had drinks and dinner last night with Kitty and her boyfriend. That was another nice reason to go too, heh. We had drinks at Pegu (yummy Whiskey Smash, which is their version of the mint julep) and dinner at Public, both in SoHo.
Thank you all for your comments regarding our "legal issue." But hopefully with the help of the deputy sheriff, it will continue to be a non-issue. I'm going to send him a basket of doughnuts!
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