Taming the Social Beast

Although it unleashed its fury at the start of the year, California heeded to the coronavirus a mere three weeks ago. Every day since has presented us with an abundance of emotions from fear to gratitude as we adjust to this moment in time. Our new normal.

I miss our revolving door, the band of hungry teens scanning our kitchen and giggly girls sliding down the staircase on a makeshift toboggan. Dare I miss what used to sound like a herd of joyous elephants traversing from one room to another? The answer is yes, I miss all of it. The diaspora of friends on the run which has made our otherwise bustling family home eerily quiet, is indicative of how social our species really is.

We have been hosting dinner, birthday, Christmas, and cocktail parties for as long as I can remember, all of which have proven to be as enjoyable to plan as they are to savor.

Then came Rosewood Miramar Beach. And while we continue to entertain at home, we have amassed many a joyful memory in that sublime setting. Located on one of the most beautiful beaches in Southern California, the Miramar has become a haven, not only for nearby Los Angelinos seeking to fuel their senses but also for discerning travelers around the globe in pursuit of elegance, style, and a personable level of service bar none. Our family has enjoyed every corner of the Miramar from the restaurants to the club, rooms to bocce court, spa to shop, and Miramar beach, of course.

We could not have foreseen that one year later we would be back to the “before Miramar” days with an apocalyptic dose of restraint, the likes of which humankind has never before seen. What I miss the most is the paneled Manor Bar, an exquisite amalgam of old world finesse, modern libations and live music which inspired a quarantine song I wrote to the tune of George Gershwin’s Summertime.
Thank you, Rick Caruso and Rosewood Miramar Beach, for the memories. We look forward to building some new ones down the line.

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