I remember the first nights there, its quick rise to mob scene out front and like all good things its quick demise to be replaced by clubs like Mudd Club that were its polar opposite. The gorgeous entrance hall, the swirling interior where hours would fly by to find you leaving to Frank Sinatra singing New York New York as the final song always played. You would leave this sanctuary to find yourself in the light of early dawn at 6:00 am and go to breakfast at the Electra Diner if you could handle it. Then to work somehow or home to collapse. It all flew by so fast. Treasure your moments like this.