I found myself at The Libaray (a bar) at the Hudson Hotel on Saturday night with my mom, her fiancee, and a slew of christians. Drinking Christians--it is so--well protestants are known for their boozing, right?
It was a glorious hotel...completely unexpected given the less than impressive exterior. Though the white walls glazed in neon green lightening are both futuristic. Nothing prepares you for the rich ivy draped along the cieling or the massive chandlier when you make it up the escalator to the lobby--it should be an alien lab but the warmth of the space dismisses any notions of the future and thrusts you firmly into the past to the 1940s but retro. Plus couches and soft lighting abound.
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