Yeah. It’s here. Memorial Day weekend. Really feels like you earned some champagne drones, bath butlers and other supremely ridiculous new inventions of leisure. Well, maybe you didn’t earn those things. Maybe no one does. But you live in a world where they exist, so...
If you’re the type of person who books the Alexandrite Suite at the Mansion in Sausalito, you might frown upon champagne delivery via anything other than drone. This is 2014, after all. Drones can bring you cookies here, too, but “cookie drone” is less catchy. Actually, wait...
Sure, when you’re holed up at the Ritz-Carlton in Half Moon Bay, you could hit the spa. But it’s so far away. And they have a bath butler here who offers five types of bath-drawings. One’s a couple-y champagne-and-roses thing, one’s got bubbles and a rubber duckie. No judgments.
You’re lazing by the North Block Hotel pool. You think about moving your finger in a circle in the water, but really you want a pizza with mushrooms, pancetta and leeks from Redd Wood. Easy. Just walk over to the random mid-century phone. Pick up receiver. Order. Proceed with finger-swirling thoughts...
Tennis lessons: normal. Golf coaching: of course. But in this life there’s been a dearth of resources when you’re facing a power-croquet afternoon and need a few pointers. No more. Meadowood has a croquet pro named Mike. His dad built the lawns, and he’ll teach you... croquet stuff.
First: this is real. Calistoga Ranch has a chicken coop with a chandelier inside. If you’re incredibly particular about your omelets, you can go to the coop, meet the chickens in extremely flattering lighting and select your eggs accordingly. You don’t even want to know how you choose your cheese.
