Plaza Memories: We were precocious little shits but with NYC as your playground, how could you not be?

When I was in junior highschool a group of my classmates and I would occasionally go looking for trouble at the Plaza Hotel. We'd get dolled up in our weekend best and try to con our way past hotel security so we could wreak havoc with the staff and uppercrust guests. It was the adventures of Eloise with Brooklyn attitude.

I was reminded of our exploits reading about the closing of the Plaza for redevelopment as luxury apartments and a smaller hotel.

Our crowning achievement was getting onto one of the floors where housekeeping was making beds. They had left a bunch of doors open so we snuck into one room and started doing somersaults on the bed. I can't remember if we had more nefarious goals in mind - like making off with a bathrobe or designer soap - but the sound of approaching chambermaids sent us dashing out the door and into the elevator.

One lap around the Palm Court, and we were gone before they knew what hit them.


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