Blogging on Meds recounts a heavily, well, "medicated" press trip to the Chelsea (the Beatrice Inn team’s new project) a couple of weekends ago. The write-up starts with “You get the bus driver high as he wheels around the city picking up everyone you ever met, ever” and goes on from there, and while it isn’t quite poetic enough to be Fear and Loathing in Atlantic City, it sure does mention drugs a lot. “People yell, hug, scream, sing songs, make out, do drugs, smoke hash and weed, all the good stuff — and you’re still on the bus. You love that the Beatrice party ethic isn’t irony based like the BK/LES scenes, nor is it status based like the Meatpacking or Chelsea (how else do you explain your loser-ass riding on this bus).” Blogging on Meds thinks AC and the Chelsea might just be the next big thing: “What works for The Chelsea and Team Beatrice is their collective now-ness. No amount of sentimentality or metaphor can be used to capture that nowness, the newness. It’s this very urgency that makes you think The Chelsea could indeed set a precedent and create a new weekend spot for downtown’s kids.” Sounds kind of like riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave, as HST would've put it. Then again, maybe it’s just the weed talking.

Beatrice by Bus: The Chelsea Atlantic City Sans Metaphor [Blogging on Meds]