There’s something about Madison Avenue that is comforting to me. Perhaps because it never really changes that much. Yes, of course, the brands come and go, but the spirit of Madison Ave. never changes. It is a strong institution.
I have a million stories about Madison Ave., but the one that comes to mind now happened sometime in the early 80s. We were maybe 12? I can’t remember, but we were young. I was having a sleepover at my best friend's house. She lived on 87th and we decided that we were going to sneak out. Side note: if you have a doorman, it sort of kills the whole "sneaking out" thing, but we were just young enough that we didn’t put that together. So, after some outfit-changes, bra-stuffing, and hyperventilating, out we went. Headed for Studio 54. That was the plan.
Best friend - Great idea!