You can look at it one of two ways. 1) You’re about to make some resolutions to better yourself as a person. 2) You’re about to have a lot less fun. Either way, you’ve still got a few days to figure it out. Here’s how to blow it out in the meantime...
You promised yourself you’d stop disappearing for days on end. Scale back the flagrant gallivanting a bit. Smell roses and whatnot. Fine. But first: two nights at the Loews Hotel, a fusion massage, unlimited access to the spa and equally unlimited access to the co-ed hammam detox chamber. Restraint can wait.
When life gives you holidays, make holiday... nade. Let’s try that again: since you’re already waist-deep in the whole eating, drinking and being merry thing, you may as well go out with a bang. A burger-stuffed-with-sautéed-shrimp-and-gouda-then-topped-with-an-andouille-sausage-stuffed-grit-cake bang. That’ll do.
You’re about to find yourself deep within the confines of a dark, smoke-filled room. It’s late. Everything smells like scotch. And should you happen to bump into a few mysterious brunettes, be sure to thank them... They’re the girls you hired to roll your cigars and gracefully distribute them amongst your guests. You smoke, therefore you are.
There’s nothing wrong with outsourcing your grooming regimen. We get it. You’re busy. But before you start getting all resolution-y on us and firing your in-house forearm masseuse, consider this: the Chairman’s Deluxe Package at the St. Regis spa. It’s four hours’ worth of massages, hand/foot treatments, men’s facials and... lunch. You’re not a barbarian.
Sometimes you don’t even know why you have a kitchen. But by our watch, you’ve got about eight days before you may or may not start feeling bad about that. So head to Briza this NYE for a blowout seven-courser—think vanilla butter-poached lobster, foie gras custard and Wagyu beef tartare. Be strong.
