200 people speed dated on Canal St. last night.
You can thank Wesleyan alumni for that.
Good morning everyone. I’m enjoying my last few hours at Palm Heights. I wrote about my visit to this special hotel last year, and maybe I’ll write something again. I really appreciate the Palm Heights cinematic universe — the property is made up of smaller restaurants and brands under the umbrella of Palm Heights, and the branding is far better than it should be for each one. It makes each touch point, the spa and sushi restaurant and hotel newspaper, incredibly immersive. And therefore, that much harder to leave.
See you in New York tonight.
200 hot singles were speed dating on Canal St. last night.
Time Again (which you might’ve read about in GQ in August) hosted a speeding dating event last night. The bar’s parking lot, which is usually a cigarette and Campari-filled Instagram feed brought to life, was set up in two straight lines of hot 20-somethings looking for love or at least someone to go home with in time for cuffing season.
“Speed dating is normally cheugy,”
, one of the event’s 25-year-old organizers, told me this morning. “One of my friends from Wesleyan helped me plan it, and it was very Wesleyan vibes to do something like this.” The other two organizers were Emma Goad (who went to USC) and Mia Risher (who went to Wesleyan with Zelken). I went to the Fashion Institute of Technology for college (mostly girls and gay guys, and the few straight guys were players as they should have been) when many of the clubs there would organize speed dating with local colleges the energy was always church basement. My story about getting on Tinder before I was old enough to drink is for another day.