I’m heading to Manhattan to celebrate a 40th birthday. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this, but it is the first I’ve done it for someone other than me.
As we prepared for the trip, the guest of honor, Standard Time, sent us an email with some information about our lodging. We will be staying at a posh, members only hotel/club and, as a result, there are several rules. Examples include:
After midnight, only registered room guests will be admitted.
Food or beverage may not be brought into the House for consumption in a public area.
Business casual dress, as defined below, is required in all public rooms except for the athletic facilities at all times.
Business casual dress for women includes: collared shirts; blouses; turtlenecks or sweaters; and skirts or tailored pants.
Not permitted are: shorts, tee shirts, casual sandals, athletic wear of any kind (including footwear and caps), and torn, provocative or revealing clothing.
Mixed in with the rules, were ‘notes:’
Club employees have been instructed to call attention to violations and to request that the Member conform to the rules.
Members who refuse to remedy a violation may be escorted from the House.
There is a chance this place may rule out any chance for fun. Standard Time assured us, however, that breaking the rules is fun. “Last time I was there I got in trouble for eating a bagel in the lobby.” Meshuga! Typically rules result in me being like Ryan Seacrest – out. I’m not going to let this happen. Instead, I’m going to consider a different perspective. What is business casual for a ho? Looks like I may be pulling out my heather gray sweat suit.