Maybe residents of lower Park Avenue thought they’d see their property values rise with the introduction of an (ostensibly) hip, expensive, shiny Gansevoort Hotel in their neighborhood. After all, the hotel was one of the first signs that the nu-Meatpacking District had become a nightlife beast onto itself; how could this not work out well for local residents?
In so many ways, including those they likely couldn’t anticipate, like the fact that the Kardashians hole up there while filming their reality show. And yet, the one that is causing the largest rift between neighborhood residents and the hotel seemed, well, kind of inevitable?
The New York Post spoke with several Park Ave residents who have to hear, watch, and feel the distinct…power…of the hotel’s rooftop pool parties. These aren’t even cranky old-timers with issues. A 24-year old guy, right here:
“I try to not be home on Sundays. The last thing you want are a bunch of crazy people with loud techno music until 8 or 9 p.m.,” said frustrated local Greg Housset, 24, looking down from his apartment Sunday at the mob of hard-partying revelers packed like sardines on the hotel’s pool deck as turntable star DJ Chuckie spun booming dance tunes.
Cheaper bottles [of champagne] go for $200 — but the well-heeled guests buy those only to spray one another, said pool worker Dylan Nowik, 20, of Bushwick, Brooklyn, who wore earplugs to work Sunday. “People start drinking, and it gets crazy,” he said.
Crazy, like what reformed Eurotrash who hope they don’t have to go back to the Drachma think when watching the Tri-State area’s finest B & T piss away their cash on a 400% markup of corked Martinelli’s that’s been spiked with hooch, still, in 2012.
