The party at the National Hotel is by far one of the best venues in town for WMC. The hotel is beautiful, the pool is humongous, the staff is friendly, the bathrooms are super clean, there is food, the cocktails are delicious, and they book awesome DJs for their events. We were going to spend the entire day there. And we did.
Even after getting very little sleep, my friends and I wanted to get to the National’s party early so we could enjoy the whole day in the sun, drinking beers, and listening to the DJs. We arrived exactly at 2PM, no line, got beers, and hit the pool. You could tell that everyone was a bit tired, a little slow, but still digging the party.
Amongst the crowd, the usual hysterical suspects, like girls in bathing suits, full on big hairspray hair, make up and fake lashes, designer bags, and of course, high heels. We all wondered what the hell were they thinking? I mean, it’s a pool party, it’s hot as hell, and you (should) be dancing, so why all the fuss? There was this one girl who was wearing a leopard print one piece suit, these thick platform 1980s style clogs, big cheap sunglasses, dancing around and making a fool of herself. He and her friend, a chubby girl in a yellow 2 piece, were fucked up. I’m guessing on their 3rd or so E pill. Leopard print nearly fell on the floor but was blocked by a poor guy who was sitting down next to her. Another girl, I’m calling her “barbie” because she appeared to think she is, in gold from head to toe, laying (posing?) on one of the beach chairs, pouting because no one was paying any attention to her, sipping on a cocktail. I got a great shot of one of the photographers taking a picture of a couple having fun perpendicular to her, and of her in the back, staring at the photog, as if to say “why aren’t you taking MY picture?”. So sad, yet so funny. I could go on and on talking about these chics who are obviously clueless, or at least super fucked up. Like the girl who was wearing a short jean skirt, white T, a bandana (who wears these nowadays?!-people from the mid west that’s who), and the kicker was winter furry boots. Cmon! I got a picture of her as well so I can laugh later.
The party was pretty melow at first, and I even saw a couple of kids with their parents (though they didn’t look at all entertained). But once the Flash Brothers hit the stage, people went nuts. Everyone was dancing and jumping around, totally into the zone of the beat, and the DJs were bobbing their heads and waving their arms in the air. I ran into some friends and we all joined in towards the stage and danced for hours on end. It was such a cool, chill vibe that we ended up staying until the end.
At 9PM, exhausted and extremely hungry, we went to El Chalan, a delicious Peruvian restaurant and reasonably priced on 16th and Washington. We were starved and dehydrated. I got Bistec a Pobre which is a steak with two fried eggs, rice, beans, and french fries. It’s my favorite dish there and though I want to get something different, I always end up getting this dish. Yummy. By the time I got home, it was 10:30PM, and I was done. Took a shower and passed out cold. This morning I woke up with sore feet and legs. But that’s not going to stop me from heading out tonight again.
In fact I’m on my way to meet my friends at the beach, then we’re going back to the National to check out Gabriel and Dresden (if they show). Gotta run. It’s party time.
good event…