I don't understand New Yorkers and this silly lore. Give us southern girls a Barbie styling head with the blue eyeshadow, and hair that really wasn't meant for a curling iron (it melts!) and we were plum happy for hours. We might have inhaled some toxic fumes (plastic hair) and developed a rash from the make-up (made out of aluminum dyes), but we had fun, dammit! And nobody had to spend no $895 just for us to do girly stuff.
They also offer a Hardy Boys Package. The main difference is it's free and comes with two guys named Frank and Joe, who try to solve the case of the missing pants.
Back in the days when Times Square was good and scary (and not fun scary, run for your life in the daytime scary)the National Lampoon did a take on the original Eloise with "Eloise in the Hotel Dixie", the latter hotel being one of the more notorious of the area (when I was a teenager, I swear every time I passed the place I saw a pregnant teenage hooker). I can't find it on the web, but it must be somewhere. Look it up. It's worth it. And a lot less insulting to the memory of Kay Thompson than this horrific shit.
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She brought out the 'Eloise' books in an effort to stop my tears.
Sorry... hadn't visited that memory in about a decade and decided to share.
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"It includes the night in a Deluxe Rose Suite, with the promise of an upgrade."
It makes upgrade sound kinda sordid.
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