Later that morning, we go out for an early lunch, then pack up our things and head to the hotel in Times Square. The streets are already packed with people waiting to see the ball drop. It’s a cold, windy day and light sleet is falling. Everyone on the street is bundled up in coats, hats, and gloves. Standing out there all day and night does not look like a fun way to spend New Year’s Eve.
“Are you ready?” Dominic asks as he slides the key card into the door of our hotel room.
“Ready for what? I’ve seen a hotel room before.”
But it’s not just a hotel room. He opens the door to a massive suite. We walk into an open space that includes a kitchen, a small dining area, and a living room with a long couch and two chairs. Across from the couch is a wall of windows that face Times Square, gi
