Early morning fight from LAX to JFK. Good to be arriving in the entertainment capital of the world, in the City that never sleeps, on a Saturday, in the uber-hip meat-packing district with the coolest bars, views and eats in the City. Or it would be were we not utterly cream crackered. Our activities of the last four weeks having finally caught up on us, we settled for soup and toasties and coffee and retired to our room in Hotel Gansevoort to watch a film. But fell asleep while everyone, for once, partied around us.
