I'm fairly certain I saw Alan Rickman (Professor Snapes) this morning at the Starbucks inside the Waldorf Astoria. He was tall, with white hair, and was wearing silly sunglasses inside. We made eye contact as he was leaving. If he had spoken I would known for sure, but he was too many people ahead of me, and frankly, I was half asleep at 7:30 in the morning.
Bums on the subway. For $2.25 they can ride all night and stay warm. Every one I've seen has tucked his arms inside his sweatshirt and hidden his face under a hood. I guess they don't want to be seen either.
I was upgraded to the Waldorf Towers this trip - 41st floor. I keep thinking I'll run into Brad and Angelina or the Obamas. I have a separate entrance, separate elevators, and even my own hallway in the room. I have a nice view of the sunrise in the morning coming up over the skyscrapers. This is where Cole Porter lived for years, and occasionally played his piano in the Park Avenue lobby.
Crab cakes and a Guinness at Connelly's Pub with friends after a long day is priceless.
That soft, warm bed with the down comforter and fancy sheets is calling my name.
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