Anyone who was alive in New York City in the 90s and had pores was either delivering them to a particular spa in SoHo, waiting to deliver them to a particular spa in SoHo, or bitching to anyone who’d listen about how they couldn’t deliver them even though they had a gift certificate that was about to expire and called the particular spa every day at eight, noon, and five.
Everyone went there unless they couldn’t. It was democratic in its appointment policy, which is not exactly how New York works. Hillary Clinton, to name just one, reportedly couldn’t get in.
