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By Drew Grant 8/06/12 9:30am

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Swag Bag: Jitney Offers Goodies Just for Leaving the Hamptons

“This is for you,” our young blonde seatmate told us, nodding to a black tote bag reading “I <3 RTR (RentTheRunway.com)” sitting on our seat. It was Sunday afternoon, and we had just finished cramming our luggage into the overhead bin of the crowded South Hampton Jitney headed back to New York City.

“That’s not ours,” we said defensively, lest we be forced to put some items underneath the bus. (The Jitney rivals only JetBlue for their inflexibility toward carry-ons.)

“No,” our companion for the next two hours told us. “It’s a freebie. Everyone gets one.”

The Jitney is giving out swag? We must be on the wrong bus. But no, this was not the Ambassador. It was just the regular Jitney. (You could tell because the WiFi wasn’t working and no one offered us free wine.)

We greedily pawed opened our bag, sponsored by  to see what kind of goodies awaited us: Read More

By Laura L. Griffin 6/05/12 9:30am

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Swag Bag: A Toolkit for Reviving the Algonquin Round Table

Last night, about 150 bookish folk raised their glasses to a new partnership. The refurbished and reopened Algonquin Hotel hopes to resurrect its literary reputation by hosting the Penguin Previews Series at the Round Table–readings and talks featuring Penguin authors held in the famed hotel lobby, where the wits of the Algonquin Round Table met and traded barbs through the 1920s.

After they’d had their fill of the thematic cocktails (The Penguin, a variation on a White Russian, and The Matilda, a liquored-up mimosa named for the housecat that lives in the lobby and serves as the hotel’s mascot, perhaps even more so than Dorothy Parker), partygoers traded in a postcard-size photo of the resident kitty for a gift bag. Below the jump, a catalog of the goodies contained therein. Read More

By Drew Grant 5/30/12 8:40pm

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Swag Bag: Faberge Sends Us on an Egg Hunt

Last week Faberge and the New York Botanical Gardens teamed up to throw a beatific lawn party on the top of Rockefeller Centre to celebrate the famous Russian luxury line’s flagship store in America.

After going to the makeshift showroom to view the sparkling baubles worth more than our lives, we grabbed two gift bags on our way out–don’t judge us, one was going to be for our mother–hoping beyond hope that it would contain some lost trinket of the House of Holstein-Gottorp-Romanov. Instead we were greeted by a mystery. Read More