West 21 St, Chelsea

West 21st has a few things to it; but, it's definitely not a place I go out of my way to get to. It's usually just a street I take to get somewhere else. There are a lot of big apartment buildings but a couple of my friends live on this street; and, while they're nice with doormen, etc, they're pretty generic.
21st and the River marks Chelsea Piers. Call me not a native New Yorker, but this place is so weird to me. There are wall climbing facilities, a kid's gymnasium, casting offices, corporate offices. . . a trapeze school . . .weird. But, people seem to enjoy it.
The block between 9th and 10th has some lovely, old rowhouses. Apparently, 453 has an incredibly entry - way . . but I don't know the people whom live here so I don't actually know. There are a lot of gay-friendly establishments in these parts and a really out of the blue cemetary. The parking lot between 6th and 7th used to be the abode of the man who raced Jack Kerouac naked around the block at his parties and was memorialized in Allen Ginsberg's Howl for dying by sticking his head out of a subway window. Ginsberg married his widow which I find amusing. Shame it's a parking lot now. The corner of 6th and 21st is a restaurant called Mark't. They have pretty good mussels and a laid back vibe. When we're in Chelsea, this is the only place we can ever think of to eat at.
There's not much else to this street except for a couple of bizarre shops and giant apartment buildings. I say to skip it.

This street is home to Duvet, the club made famous when it played Bed in Sex and the City years back. (As in, the club was called Bed in the show). I’ve only been here once, and it was strangely empty, and it was also strange to sit on a bed with my shoes on, serving myself from a bottle of vodka that seemed in danger of tipping over onto the bed at any moment. This club is definitely…different.