The swankest hotel I ever stayed in was the Trump on Central Park West, thanks to Deb. That was unfuckingbelievably posh.

But my sentimental favorite is the Waldorf in NYC. I took Stephen there for our anniversary years ago (a romantic surprise!), and not only was the hotel as gorgeous and lush as I imagined, they were so nice. When the girl at the desk asked what brought us in, I told her it was our anniversary and she upgraded us to a junior suite and sent up champagne. So gracious.

Huh. I looked up the Peabody. Turns out they've got a sister hotel in Orlando now, ducks and all. So, he could be drinking with the ducks today.

The swankest hotel for me was the penthouse at THEHotel Mandalay Bay. HMOFG, was that nice.

Scott took me to Le Meridien for my 30th birthday. He hired a limo. We went out to eat in the North End, spent the night in Le Meridien, and had a fabulous breakfast there the next day. Clearly, we didn't have a mortgage, then. We had a wonderful time, but I couldn't wait to get home to the baby. Sucker.

I've done the Royal York in Toronto--multiple showerheads in the stalls. The Half Moon in Montego Bay--both onsite cottages and adjacent villas with use of the grounds (and with driver, cook, and cleaner). The FDR wasn't bad either--the service was stellar.

I stayed at the Westin in Seattle last spring. That was nice. Beautiful huge beds and curving rooms with lots of windows looking out over the city. Plus yummy food and free wifi in the lounges.

I know I'm behind the curve (Natter long-tail?) but I was class of 82.

Is Daybreak "genre"? I'm jonesing for some internal universe rules here, but I guess you can't have everything all at once. Doling, doling, doling...

Oh, my. I just fell in love with Taye Diggs. I am not a healthy person.

Quick, what's the word for the thing on a map that tells you which way is north? Compass?

Er, he's really pretty?

I've never stayed in a swank hotel.