Editor’s Letter
I AGED OUT of regular late-night carousing a long time ago. But more than once this summer, my travels took me down a path to an after-hours party, and for that I found myself unexpectedly grateful. Parties have been hard to come by these past few years, and if you have an opportunity to go to a good one—whether planned or impromptu—don’t take it lightly. The first time I saw 3 a.m. by choice in as long as I can remember, I was aboard Virgin Voyages’ Scarlet Lady, a ship that seems purpose-built for giving a diverse collection of strangers everything they need to have a good time together, on the open seas somewhere between the Bahamas and the Keys. A long, laugh-filled group dinner at Pink Agave, the ship’s upscale…