The ninth floor of The Standard is located in the East Village of New York City. Pre-pandemic. I wake up midday and a full-sized giraffe stands in the corner of my hotel room. The view of midday downtown Manhattan is obscured by a full-sized living breathing giraffe. This animal is staring at me.
Blink.
This situation makes complete sense, but I have questions. How did the giraffe get in my room? It wasn’t here when my head hit the pillow for my midday nap. It makes sense though, right? The Standard’s hip and quirky. I can see them delivering a midday giraffe, but I have continued concerns. Do I have to ...
