Hotel Texas

by Sean Warner (aka Soren Nielsen)

Opening:

Brad Stewart liked good hotels.  A good hotel — a personal rating requiring helpful staff, clean bathrooms and a special ambiance — elevated his self-esteem. Brad felt worthy of being pampered, and enjoyed being part of the vibrancy, the activity, the urgency and the thumping pulse one experienced in the public areas of a good hotel.

Behind the doors, one could only imagine that life and business also thrived. Deals were being made. Romances were born. Sex was consummated. Divorces were initiated. Vacations were starting and ending, and unused bars of French-milled soap and boxes of wooden matches were stuffed into suitcase pockets as remembrances of a luxurious experience.

Brad Stewart the architect liked the Loews for professional reasons. It had style. It had art, original art, new and ancient. It made strong visual impressions wherever he looked. It was efficient. And, in the late 1980s, it was a grand concept: A village within a city, a complex of rooms, shops theaters, restaurants, spas, pools, and atriums. 

Brad Stewart the husband liked this hotel for personal reasons. This was where he'd spent the first night of his honeymoon. It had been a memorable night.

Sitting in the Nana Bar on the 27th floor of the Tower, he raised a toast to the absent Mrs. Stewart: Thank you for last night, and here's to many more, even better.  He had a fine view.

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