... OK, the wedding was wonderful (in addition to being, like, the actual purpose for the trip) and so was the Shakespeare and so was seeing all my dear Westie besties, but then we found out The Encounter was reopened and spent our last afternoon there before hopping a plane home. Not as grand as it would have been lit up at night, but STILL. Surreptitious series of pictures (we were unclear on photography rules and the place was deserted at 11 on a Monday) follow:

Once you thread your way through and step into the elevator, the madness kicks in right away. As soon as the doors close, purple mood lighting and spacey music accompany you to the top.

Staggered bar levels to accommodate the spiraling floor

I covet beyond reason each and every fixture in this place.
Posted by Nastinchka at August 23, 2010 02:46 PM