WAITING ON WALDORF
If it’s your first time, do it well. Purchasing a designer bag, your first make out session, a flight in a PJ, and also going to New York should be done in style.
The first time in New York
My intercontinental deflowering took a bit of time. When I was in my twenties, people asked me whether I’d ever been to New York. When I was well in my thirties, people asked me when I’d last been to New York. The longer I hadn’t been there, the longer it took.
The longer, the better
Compare it to looking for a nice restaurant in a strange city whilst terribly hungry. The longer you’re looking, the higher your demands get. Pizza just won’t do anymore, you must understand. Such was the case between New York and myself. My first meeting had to be perfect.
From 52nd street to Park Av
Luckily, everything converged. I got to interview Evelyn H. Lauder for Pink Ribbon Magazine and added five days with my luv (who’d already bitten quite a few chunks from the big apple). He booked us an apartment on the 52nd street crossing 7th avenue for the real New York feeling, and afterwards a couple of nights at a must-visit hotel.
From Reinout, Mickey, Franklin D. and Al Pacino
The place where Dutch tv producer Reinout Oerlemans asked his Daniëlle, where Mickey Rourke recorded that amazing Bavaria commercial, where a secret train station’s located subterraneously so that presidents (Franklin D. Roosevelt used it a lot) can enter the hotel safely and inconspicuously, the place where the first children’s menu was served — it was 1921 — and the place where important scenes from Scent of a Woman, Coming to America, and Weekend at the Waldorf were recorded.
That one sentence
The moment we got in the taxi with our suitcases to move from the apartment to a luxurious room, I decided to pick my words carefully. The sentence that already felt like it would mark a historical moment. “Sir, could you take us to the Waldorf Astoria, please?”
At least once a month
Honestly, I could get used to it, and I’m already looking so much forward to regularly saying that sentence in Amsterdam. At least once a month seems like a perfect measure.
