In the lobby, we bumped into the artist Salvador Dalí. Turns out he spent every winter in the St. Regis. The famous surrealist looked us up and down and invited us to a party that his wife and muse, Gala, was having in her suite, number 1610. We went as requested and Dalí received us graciously, wearing a velvet blazer and looking as weird as he always did. His pet ocelot, Babou, lounged on a couch nearby. Everyone was either beautiful or bizarre and all of them looked as if they were high.
