So I’m still reeling from an amazing & emotional trip to Brooklyn this week.
The reason for the trip : to walk the Brooklyn Bridge in honor of my sister, Genine, who sadly passed away a year ago on Easter. We brought C & P (my 8 year old daughters) since it’s their Spring Break and for a bit of lightheartedness that only children can provide – but the real star of the show was Petunia Crawford.
Bitch has Brooklyn by the balls!
We stayed at the incomparable 1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge. You may recall my trip to the 1 South Beach in February (read about it here). I am so smitten with this hotel’s mission and of course luxury aesthetic.
While vacationing in February, I learned that the Brooklyn Bridge hotel was opening. I took it as a sign that we were meant to go for the anniversary of Genine’s passing. (You know I love me some signs!)
We were greeted by the friendliest staff on the planet. Including our new GBF Jonathan (more on him later – obvs)
But for starters he had gone out of his way to make our room special. My friend Lisa had already hit it off with him when she called to arrange gorgeous flowers from my friends for us to enjoy, as if the view was not enough. I was promptly instructed by said friends to put him in my pocket and bring him home to Marblehead but Jonathan is WTP (way too pretty) for Marblehead.
Oh, hi, Petunia – Bitch made herself right at home. (while Phoebs dug into the petits fours)
Then we set out straight away to cross that bridge, it was a perfect & unseasonably warm April afternoon. The sun & Genine shone down upon us.
All that walking & feeling made us hungry but I wasn’t ready to leave Petunia in the room alone yet so we dined al fresco at the famous Juliana’s – BEST. PIZZA. EVER. (and this girl knows her ‘zza!)
Sidebar : While waiting in line for an outdoor table, I encountered the only person in Brooklyn who doesn’t love Petunia (fact). Another couple had stopped to bond over their mutual love of frenchies and while I was chatting it up I heard “Ahem, excuse me, could you NOT let your dog lick my feet?” Valid point . . . I guess.
If you are a complete dog-hating loser dork. I digress . . . the pizza was delish.
We went back to our room to wind down and enjoy the view (and The Voice)
Day 2 : We took Jonathan’s recs and hopped on the East River Ferry, steps from the hotel, and 3 minutes to Manhattan. We set out to see the fearless girl.
She did not disappoint.
The highlight for the girls was the Seaglass Carousel and I can’t say that I blame them.
Our feet hurt from our travels but we motivated for another delicious meal of food at Atrium DUMBO. yummy, indeed.
Tired but our hearts and bellies were full.
I almost forgot I was talking about Petunia. Almost 😉 Bitch reminded me of myself in NYC in my 20s. She totally held her own in the big bad city
rocked an all-carb diet, passed out in hotel lobbies, stayed up late and slept even later and made out with everyone and made so many new friends!
Every adorable doorman and hotel staff member Petunia sauntered up to, greeted her with equal enthusiasm. It was truly heart-warming.
Rob & Petunia sittin’ in a tree. . . K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
On Day 3, Grandjan bid us farewell but plans on making this an annual trip! (not sure if we are invited back with her, however)
Maybe Jonathan can talk her into it.
After she left we hit up Shake Shack (yum)
and the local parks on the other side of the bridge
and then watched a movie in the room. It was a gloomy day and good to catch up on some rest before . . .
That night we brought our kids to Vinegar Hill House. Bad idea jeans.
This joint is divine but not kid-friendly. Luckily an intense few rounds of the alphabet game saved the day. Oh and we offered them (the children) 20 dollars to behave. It’s all a little fuzzy due to the copious amounts of red wine. Then back to the lobby for more acting like parents that I typically judge.
Mind you this entire week the lobby was abuzz for the Vanity Fair Founders Fair event they were hosting. WHY ON GOD’s EARTH I DID NOT THINK TO CELEBRITY STALK IS BEYOND ME. and HELLO, the event was to celebrate WOMEN ENTREPRENEURS.
(I added that satchel lady because she actually did meet & chat up Petunia and I with her cute British accent)
So as irritated as I am that I missed high-fiving our founder and CEO, Gregg Renfrew, and becoming best friends with Reese, and Tory and like errrybody I worship, I think the takeaway is that despite the hoopla and VIPs onsite, we were treated like celebrities our entire visit. The lovely GM, Cornelia, took at least 7 minutes out of her day to chat with us about our stay (and of course pet Petunia) in the midst of the VF event. She was fully engaged and so like WHY would I have thought the lobby was crawling with real celebs when I was being treated as one myself?
But that’s what the 1 is all about. It is special. It makes you feel special. And I am forever grateful for their genuine hospitality.
So despite my frustration, and getting shiz from Long for being ‘asleep at the wheel’ – I fully was! – I give the trip 2 massive thumbs up.
I still want to arrange a playdate with Pepper Witherspoon, however.
Pepper’s loss. Maybe next time . . . Petunia will pencil her in.
But this time, there is zero doubt about it . . . We felt the peace, the love and the pizza.
But mostly, the peace.