Pre-Ramble: Due to the surge of inquiries I’ve had regarding the powder room at the Waldorf (see October 14th blog entry, “The Theory of Revloution”), I’ve decided to devulge the fact that, during our little trip to the Big Apple, I was so taken by the splendor of it all that, in a totally tourist moment, I took a photo of the aforementioned inner sanctum (shown right). I just slung my purse over the hook on that solid-core, enameled door and made myself right at home. That’s my Starbucks on the counter.

The Take-Away: What more can possibly be said at this point, other than that it was all I could to do refrain myself from titling this entry “The Inside Poop.”

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