Hedonism In Time For The Holidays! Finding The Ultimate Pleasures In NYC

by Rachelle Hruska · December 2, 2009

Adrien Field may be little, but when it comes to indulgences, he does it up big. Adrien can teach us all a thing or two about hedonism. In fact, our writer Gloria just spotted him uptown at a Breakfast at Tiffany's event this morning. "He was the only one drinking." A mimosa at 8:30am on a Wednesday? Why not?

And this little Happy Holiday number at the left? Well if that doesn't look like pure bliss, you show me what does. I don't want to even know how many times a week this guy indulges like this, because it has been foh-ur-ever since I've jumped into a nice long bubble bath. Alas, instead of hating him, it's time to join in.

[photo via NYTimes]

Hedonists may get a bad rap; but until you have experienced what its like having six sets of soft silky hands massaging salt-infused oil (from the dead sea) over you with Michael Buble in the flesh playing on a piano in the background, you shouldn't point fingers.  I haven't had this experience-yet-but I am not above admitting that I may someday...or at least that it would be nice.

John D. Rockefeller once said "I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to pleasure." Well, we have him to thank for "revolutionizing our petroleum industry and defining the structure of modern philanthropy." Boring.

Here's a thought, stop worrying so much about what to give others this season, and focus on ways you can give back to yourself. It's not like we don't live in the best city in the world to make this happen.

Your Guide To Being The Ultimate Hedonist in NYC:

-Do a lot of boozy brunches. Champagne tower? Sounds about right. Nothing should seem too ridiculous when you are drinking during the day time. Not even THIS. Make sure you have your sparklers, your ray bans, an extra towel handy. Trust me, you'll need it.

-Treat your friends strangers, to bottles of Cristal. Who needs assets when they can cite "serial bottle popper" on their resume?

-Go ahead, go get her, Tiger. (No, really, call.her.and.get.the.table. Tiger. You deserve it.)

-Go out the hardest on Sunday nights. And Mondays. Weekend nights are for exfoliating and watching movies naked on your couch while eating Mexican food and drinking champagne. Sleeping is for the dead.

-If the thought of driving yourself somewhere, even WORK, pops into your precious little head, go run around your block private gated estate once or twice and get a hold of yourself. If your driver isn't at your beck and call at this point, you need to give yourself a new chauffer for Christmas this year. Preferably named Giles. [Here]. You're welcome.

-Eat ribs from the best culinary chefs in the land. But only if they've been delicately sprinkled with honey that has been dripping from the ceiling all day long (left). Otherwise stick to the prime rib and caviar. But for god sakes, don't get too crazy!  Consider the Lobsters!

-Repeat after me: Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels. The last one was a test. A true hedonist never eats. This is how you reach nirvana.

-If all else fails (or your wallet runs dry), there are these things called the Russian Baths on 10th street.

Happy Holidays my little Hedonists!