Last summer I repeatedly had acquaintances comment on having seen me at the Hirshhorn’s After Hours parties—even though I never went. Obviously, I thought, I am meant to be at this party.
This was proven on Friday night. The event is totally my style. Where else can you dance to Depeche Mode, drink fab cocktails, and mingle with the most interesting people in DC—under the stars and next to a giant Lichtenstein sculpture?
Artists, dancers, musicians, art-lovers, and eccentrically dressed DCists of all sorts spent the evening in the center courtyard of the Hirshhorn, the donut-shaped contemporary art museum on the National Mall. My posse bought our tickets early (it sold out on Monday!), and I spent the week Twittering back and forth with the Hirshhorn enough to win an Annual Circle membership (hurrah!).
The After Hours events signal the beginning of spring and summer for DC. But it was a chilly Friday night, and the freezing wind kept blowing up my little black dress as I shivered my way to the front of the bar line. Being served? Beer, wine, and fabulous Berry Margaritas, heavy on the Mi Mexico Fox Tequilla. Three of those, and I was plenty toasty.
The temperature got warmer when we worked our way into the crowds. Hundreds were dancing to the music, with spinning by DJ “the Wizard” Brian Coxx and DJ Excess. The mixes were great—everything from house to funk. The type of music that makes you dance and dance. In fact, the music made the event.
The energy was centered on the main stage, where an amazing dance crew, the Step Fenz led by Bill Shannon, was break dancing and freelance grooving the night away. They broke it down in front of hallucinogenic video projection mixes by VJ Glytch, which were fed live to three large-scale video installations scattered about the party. Nice touch.
The lines to get in were long, but went quickly. Same with the bathroom and bar lines. Nothing to complain about. If you got there before 10pm, you could check out the exhibits, including John Gerrard’s Directions and Josef Albers’ Innovation and Inspiration, which actually closes this weekend. Or if you were waiting for someone in the bathroom line, you could poke your head into the Black Box, where Phoebe Greenberg’s haunting film “Next Floor” was in rotation (also in its last weekend).
Catch the next party; it’s worth it. Keep checking with the Hirshhorn for when they announce the next date (or just follow them on Twitter). Besides, any party that attracts men in gold lame pants like these is a party worth attending.