Here’s what happened. A fairly staid and traditional hotel in New York City created four very glam and hip “concept suites” and, in an effort to promote them, offered a free night’s stay to several travel writers, myself included. I chose a 1,050 square-foot penthouse that included a 1950s Brunswick Centennial billiards table, a custom-made mahogany bar, and a massive wrap-around sofa. All this and the hotel is unionized to boot. So, um, of course I said yes.
And then the challenge. What was I going to do with a hotel suite bigger than my first three apartments put together? And what story was I going to write about my stay to make the hotel PR folks feel they got their money’s worth? Two birds, meet one stone. I threw a raging party in the penthouse hotel suite and captured the do’s, don’ts, and dangers for anyone intrepid or dumb enough to try and do the same.