The Mercer Hotel
/My friend Mark is coming into town this weekend from LA and I'm so excited because he's staying at The Mercer Hotel in SoHo.
I love hotels. I think they're sexy. (Cool, boutique-y ones, that is. Not like "Courtyard by Marriott" ones.)
His boyfriend David isn't coming with him so I, of course, planned a sleepover for us, but Mark quickly vetoed it. Per our conversation last night...







"No, you're not messing up my hotel room before I even step foot in it."
*Reluctant sigh*
"If you come over after I get up and before the maid comes, then yes, you may come over and take a bath."
Now, you might think it's weird that I asked him if I could take a bath in his hotel room, but my tub is so little and old that whenever I get the opportunity to take a bath in a real tub, I can't control myself. Not only are the tubs at The Mercer big enough for two people, but the one in his room opens up to the bedroom. See? It's so cool...
So anyway, that's why I want to take a bath there.
I'll be live blogging Saturday during my bath, so tune in! (No nudity!)
PS - The Mercer is where Russell Crowe threw a phone at a concierge.