MTM and I wandered into the lobby of New York‘s Hotel on Rivington to claim our Cheap-o Special for Poor People. Situated on the Lower East Side, the building is a glass tower amidst seven and eight story buildings, and it has windows in the shower. We could never afford to stay above the seventh floor, meaning I’ve probably showered in front of countless strangers I’ll never see again. I prepared myself to be an exhibitionist as I waited with our bag.
The lady behind the desk stuttered. This NEVER happens.
What? MTM shot a me a look that conveyed concern. Did they screw up our booking? Did we even HAVE a room?
Um. Ah. You’ve been UPGRADED. To the Owner’s Suite. She shuffled around the desk like MTM was someone REALLY important, summoned a valet to carry our solo bag and escorted us to the seventeenth floor of the building.
The door slid open into shimmering luxury. Half the seventeenth floor was devoted to the Owner’s Suite, with the entire side of the building sporting a lean balcony that faced Midtown. The master bathroom occupied one corner, with a soaking tub that gave a glimpse of the Williamsburg Bridge. The toilet was front and center, negating the need for reading materials. One could just sit and gawp at the view.
With so many possible activities at our fingertips, we ran around the corner, ordered crepes and hauled our derrieres back up to the room. Why roam around the canyons of New York when you’ve been given the unexpected gift of gazing at it for one whole night?
A postscript: We paid the booked rate for our original room. The next day, our flight was canceled, leaving us stuck in New York for another night. We went back to the Rivington to book a cheap-o and found out the Owner’s Suite went for $2,500 a night.
They offered it to us for $1,250.
We didn’t take it.
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