BlackBook Celebrates the Opening of Hotel Chantelle’s Rooftop
Two of my favorite people who aren’t me, invited me to an event tonight at the Terrace of the wonderful Bowery Hotel. Jessica Reuben of Urban Daddy—whom I adore—and publicist Sasa Nikolic have honored me with an invite for a worthy cause. The event, sponsored by Chivas Regal, includes an awards ceremony honoring groups of men that have done great things. What that means exactly, I don’t know. I started thinking about Yankees, firemen, or astronauts but it’s all so vague and intriguing.
I’ve eliminated club promoters as a possibility, and door peeps as well, oh and cabdrivers except for that one that took me Brooklyn in the rain the other day. Jessica and Sasa are usually talkative characters but will not speak about the celebrity guests or much else. But, I have been assured this is a must-attend gala. The most I got out of them is something about a Great Dane bouncer and a cheese sculpture. Sounds like a Gaga video. The shebang starts at 8pm and although I said I couldn’t make it, I think I will.
Last night, as promised, the roof of Hotel Chantelle opened. Despite violent winds and rain that would dampen the spirits of most guests, the place was jammed with the beautiful, the fashionable, and the hip. They let me come too. The rain went east to bother Queens and Brooklyn and the retractable roof opened to let the cooler air and last bits of sunshine in. Everyone chatted amongst the flowers and greenery that me and my humble crew were planting right up until the 8pm opening, and the free Heineken went well with the décor. The roof will soon open as a restaurant, during the second week of July with tastings and friends-and-family soiree’s before that. Me and mine helped decorate the joint and I was very happy with the result. Jonny Lennon and DJ Theory provided the music, with me contributing about a half an hour. I broke a tooth and was achy—I’ve had a rough week. But Jonny killed it. I’m signing with his 4AM DJ management company and they’re going to Serato me out and pretend I’m a real DJ. In the basement (the place has three floors). DJ Theory proved how real he can be. Despite the attractions of the new flowery roof, he killed it in the basement. The crowd went wild. I’m a little beat up today so we’ll keep this short.
Right now, I’m wondering if anybody down on the Lower East Side noticed a bunch of clubs and bars with notices announcing their closing on their doors. The closings were predicted by this column a couple of weeks ago and more will occur. Ill get into details when I can actually see the keys I’m pounding on. It’s 7am and time for Mr. Lewis to say Goodnight.