In our last post about movies to match your mood, we mentioned taking a break in the last item to avoid burnout, especially if you don’t think you need one. That’s probably the time when it’s all, “Work, work, work.”
It’s easy to put things off, like, “I don’t have the time” or “the money.” The thing is, the office will still keep running and easier said than done, but money is meant to be spent.
With that said, this Cheeky Bird was due a vaca and took a wee break, just across the river. It wasn’t anything over the top, but checked into The Ace Hotel in NYC on a Saturday afternoon. While only living a 15-minute train away from the Big Bad City, staying central promised a quick trip once ready for bed, rather than a nerve-wracking party train at midnight, and a nice and easy wakeup call.
And, it was at an off-peak time in the year, so it was discounted (something to keep in mind when budgeting).
Here’s a peek at The Ace from the outside, easy enough to spot:
The check-in was super quick with no-stress:
The room itself was welcoming… hello “Friend”:
The little elements were fun and “spoke to us”… with the writing on the wall:
The minibar was just as inviting, but definitely avoided:
And, while the room was delightful, there was the outside world awaiting, which landed us on a speakeasy crawl.
Similar to that of a pub crawl… but, with entryways that might go unnoticed, like this:
We rang the bell, were asked to wait a few minutes, and then brought into an underground living room:
Speakeasys aren’t very social, hence the name, like, “Speak easy,” as in softly.
You stay in your seat versus moving around. And, how does one order a drink? With this, of course:
The second speakeasy was above ground, with the booths partitioned off with beads:
The third speakeasy — we did say it was crawl — was located on the second floor of a building, but when we got there, we found a restaurant:
I was saying, “This can’t be right? We’re in the wrong place.” I turned to one of the gents behind the counter, starting to say, “Do you know where…” and, without saying a word, with just his eyes, he motioned over my shoulder and there was a door.
Behind the door was… a hostess. And a piano. A lively group of folks. AND a three-hour wait. Wait, what?
The speakeasy pub crawl had come to an end. But, we weren’t done, jumping across the street to a beer-only bar, serving fancee flavors in fun glasses:
The thing is, who wants to check into a hotel and not spend any time in it? And these bad boys were waiting:
All in all, a fab trip. And, only a 15-minute jaunt from the ush.
And, why The Ace Hotel? Oh, there’s a story behind that… of course.
Hope you’re having a good week, ’til next time!!