Everything seems sexier in the sun. Why is it when we’re one shot of tequila down on the hot sand, slathered in coconut oil, surrounded by bronzed pretty people in scandalous bikinis and bright swimming trunks, life is better? Simple, because it is.
Manhattan has swanky poolside rooftop terraces, which are welcome oasis amidst the hot asphalt. Yet, expensive sandals and a bikini it took days to find are not the main ingredients for a hot scene. The air is hot but people’s attitudes are not.
Ingredients: 1 coconut with its water
2 shots rum or tequila
Double up the portions so you have some to share!
Shake well while dancing to playlist of all Latin greatest hits ever!
Rim the glass with chillies, salt and organic evaporated cane juice crystals.
Add a twist of fresh lime while offering your lover a tangy kiss.
Muddle in the pulp of every exquisite tropical fruit that ever was.
Stir in the sun’s glow, and moonlight to taste.
Garnish with a hammock and sunset.
Warning: This is a highly addictive cocktail with aphrodisiac properties.
Drink at your own risk. Consuming this cocktail in a group has been known to cause a hot scene.
The reason the best roof top escapes never feel quite like your last trip to the tropics, is because the experience gets lost in translation. I came back from one of the years most exclusive weddings held on a remote tropical island with approximately 350 pretty people. Playing in the sand and dancing on the beach till 7 AM, everyone was happy being happy and it was heaven. There’s an energy and spirit that even New Yorkers can learn from. Building walls is sad. We have so much to lose without each other’s company. Building castles in the sand together is a better aspiration.
There are jewels to be acquired and quite honestly our hot blooded Latin neighbors abroad and within our midst have a great and seductive energy that can help ease our cold demeanor and melt our frigid gringo ways, like the ice cubes melting in my cocktail.
Is there anything better then a day at the beach? When palm trees wave seductively while sultry rhythms play, do we not think to ourselves, that we finally understand what life’s really about and question our return ticket back to the hustle and grind?
I wish to stay in my swimsuit forever, convinced that wearing a bikini everyday must be the ultimate diet aid/appetite suppressant. But most of all, it’s the relaxed sensuous feeling that permeates the ocean breeze that’s missed, long after the tan fades. That care free feeling that has us dancing salsa and laughing till dawn is what we wish we could bottle and take back with us. But, like the end of a summer romance, reality taps us on the shoulder just when we’re debating our return flight, tempted not to pack the suitcase and simply run away from it all to stay in paradise.