They Dream of Being Rich Enough to Move Into The Chelsea

Blogger Arrested Development fondly recalls staying at the Hotel Chelsea in 1992.  And he's saving his pennies so he can move in one day.  My dad and I went to NYC back in '92 or so and spent a week at the Hotel Chelsea. It is certainly a place I would love to live. Seemingly rundown, but home to so many artists of so many walks of life over the decades. I wish I still had the pic my dad took of me sitting in the window overlooking West 23rd Street. The elevator seemed to have a mind of its own. It would rarely go to the right floor. Sometimes I would just try it until it got within a floor or two of mine and walk the difference. In some hotels, you might complain. But here, you just figure it's the ghost of Sid Vicious or Dylan Thomas fucking with you. And that somehow makes it cool.

If I ever make it rich, I will live there for as long as it makes sense to. And if I never make it rich, I promise that I will at least hang out in its lobby one more time before I die.

Blogger WhiskeyTown's Downtown has the same dream. ..."When I went to NYC to see TT and NJChick, the first thing...the only thing, even over the friggen Statue of Liberty, that I HAD to see was the Chelsea Hotel. I wanted to see this place where artists created and had done so for 50 years.

I have dreams that I wish to fulfill after my first 7.5 Mil dollar win. One is to go to Ireland for awhile and study celtic music. the Irish fiddle, flute, arrangements, stuff like that. And another one is to spend a few months at the Chelsea Hotel, trying to make some mark as an artist."

I'm confused, I thought the dream was to be an artist, or a musician, or a writer and move into the Chelsea.