I attended the "Save the Beatrice" party at the brand spanking new Cooper Square Hotel. Paul Sevigny promised a free save the Bea T-shirt if I came. He has not kept his word. However, he does promise to keep his word to the New York City Buildings Department. A hearing today will clarify what the department will require the Beatrice Inn team to do in order to reopen. Paul promises he's "more than willing to fix anything that is required and to address any issues that they have." I asked him if the joint will open soon, and he replied, "Hell yeah."

The party was a blast -- like from the past when clubs were super duper and you couldn't tell a count from a knave as everyone looked fabulous. Chloë Sevigny, Paul's uber-fabulous sister, came over to mess up what little hair I have left and talk about little things. I've known her since before it all became amazing, and she is as genuine now as she was way back when. Lots of people introduced us, and it was sweet the way she made me feel important. Jen Brill told anyone in earshot -- which included Lizzy Trullie, Leo Fitzpatrick, and just about everybody on earth I actually like to see -- that I had banned her from clubs a long time ago and therefore put her on a straighter and narrower path. Paul told me he had secured the insanely fabulous roof penthouse Tuesday at 8 p.m., giving him virtually no time to pull this event together. The sound arrived by Fedex Friday. Red Bull, Belvedere, and Sandra from the Cooper Square were saints according to Sir Paul. The T-shirts (which I never got) arrived at 9:30 p.m. the night of party, and the supreme donated "fuck em" buttons came that late as well.

Ashley Olson was hanging out, plus famous artists and DJs, and even rare man about town Matt Damhave, whom I've got to collaborate with again. We did Plaid together. Prior to the party, my office contacted me. It seems that a certain gentleman who could not get guestlisted felt that I could get him in. I was offered, through intermediaries, money to get him past Angelo and into the soiree. The last number I heard was $1,250 cash. I turned it down, even though I can always use a quick 1250. I told him again, through channels, that the reason I could actually get him in is that I would never take a bribe. I retold this story to mega-doorperson Angelo as I arrived, and he knew the dude's name and gave me a brief history of the man. It was a sad, desperate tale.

The future of nightlife will be wrapped around hotels such as the Cooper, the Standard, and the Thompson LES, as well as the Gramercy. The hotel spots have a number of huge advantages over the non-connected lounges. They usually pay a percentage of profits rather than a fixed rent to the hotel. The hotel pays for the build-out and considers the space part of the hospitality package it must offer to guests. Things like cleanup, PR, maintenance, some security, and some management are all built in and paid for by the property. There's always a built-in crowd loaded with tourist dollars -- always the easiest to pry from customers' hands. The standalone lounge is at an extreme disadvantage from day one. It's also fairly easy for a hotel to obtain licensing. We will see many more hotel-related hotspots going forward.