My favorite – and first – time at Bergdorf Goodman was when I was 14. I had seen an ad for the Fall Beauty Party in Vogue and I begged my parents to let me go. My father offered to accompany me, not wanting me to venture into the City alone.  After dinner at the Carnegie Deli, we ventured to Bergdorfs. After walking aimlessly around every floor looking for the beauty department, we were directed to the bottom level. As we traveled down in the elevator, a beat was slowly building through the walls. When the doors finally slid open, we were transported into this glamorous wonderland of party. As I ran around trying on every product and tasting appetizers from the waiters dressed in all black and hot pink ties, my dad dutifully followed me around all night, sipping on a cocktail and dodging make-up artists.

Though I have been back many times since, it will always be my favorite BG memory, and certainly a favorite memory of my dad.

— Franny

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