If we’re going to be six, I’d better call and make a reservation! Shouldn’t be a problem, though, the tables and comfy chairs and sofas in the lobby are so close together we can break in two and easily chat back and forth.
It’s such a lovely, quiet, decompressing place, like stepping back into 1910. I love going there for a quiet tea at lunchtime, just to lower my blood pressure during issue-closing.
Perfect! I know where that is without even consulting the many maps I printed out! Yay. And it’s near enough to most of the stuff I’ll be doing. Dahlink that’s just mahvaleous, aboslutely mahvelous!
I’m only bringing my one little wee backpack (I travel light, I tell ya) and I’ve always bee a little weird about bringing booze on the plane, for some reason. So that Grand Central wine shop sounds like it’s just what I’m looking for. I can go there after our lunch.
That’s right in the direction of my office . . . Though I’ll be on my lunch hour, so I may have to leave before the rest of you.
1910??? And me without a cloche!
If we promise to be good, can we meet Pwincess Pwecious and the Screaming Fashion Harpie?
Dear, if you wore a cloche in 1910, you’d be the most fashion-forward girl in New York. Huge, tea-tray hats were still the mode back then.
But I don’t like the tea-tray hats. I want a cloche. I wanna move into the 20s, dammit!
Pushy.
Eve, on a slightly more serious note- please tell us a reasonable dress code for where we are having brunch on Monday? ( Lunch? Brunch? I suppose unless you’re a rock star, 1:00pm is lunch, isn’t it? ). I truly do not wish to show up appearing slovenly. Is a jacket required, or are a decent pair of pleated pants, wing-tip shoes, a lovely sweater and a glittering earring acceptable?
These people know you. Wouldn’t want to tarnish your Golden reputation.
Please advise.
My Gramma Shirley was quite the Flapper in her day, and somewhere in Mom’s albums are photos of Gramma resplendant in her Cloche.
OTOH, she didn’t favor the 1912 Titanic-Era Fashion of the Day
The question is, of course… How would you look in a cloche?
Your grandmother was Louise Brooks? I am impressed.
No dress code at the Algonquin. Jeans are fine. It’ll be cold, so most people will be bundled up in sweaters and such. White tie and evening gown not necessary. I’ll be wearing an office “sweater and skirt” outfit.
Polyster bolwing shirt and acid-wash jeans.
Of course if you wear the bowling shirt, you’ll need a mullet too.
–Whimper--
No dear, my grandmother was a true cutting-edge gal. Travelled the world, made friends wherever she went, was a Flapper, a Mom of 2, hard-working wigmaker, devoted wife and fashion plate- near as she could be on her pay.
There are a few photos of her in high dress, if I get ahold of them I’ll scan them. Quite beautiful.
She was not, however, Louise Brooks. Dammit. ( Imagine the points I’d score with Eve if she found out my gramma was an infamous silent film chanteuse??? Imagine??? The mind reels. Pardon the pun. Heh. )
A mullet, you say? Well, I did just have my hair cut to make me look more like Travis Tritt, circa 1998… hmm… A bit of Dippity-Doo, an unshaved face.
Yeah, I can deliver a mullet. I mean, if that’d make you happy.
“Silent film chanteuse”… Something’s not quite right there.
Well see, she was such a good singer that you didn’t actually need to hear her…
She was a sublime mouther.
That’s filthy.
-Beaming-
