Ever since I was little I’ve had an obsession with all things old fashioned, especially from the 1940s and 50s eras. Grace Kelly was my go to role model, my favorite movie jumped between Some Like It Hot and How to Marry a Millionaire, and to this day I’m still sporting rockabilly cat eyes. When the invitation for Strip the District landed in my inbox my eyes lit up and I knew I was sure to attend, regardless of previous obligations on my calendar.. I grabbed three of my dolls and off we went.
With more than two hundred people scheduled to attend, we arrived promptly at 8 p.m. in order to secure a good spot. Approximately half the venue had been roped off for those who had ordered table service and VIPs, which left little room for the general audience. The show was scheduled to begin at 9 p.m., but the clock struck 9, then 9:15, then 9:30. Finally, at 9:45 the magician-slash-comedian walked on to the stage.
By this time, I was slightly irritated with the event structure. Moreover, apparently every tall DC resident decided to attend Strip the District and wedge themselves between my gaggle of gals and the velvet ropes—making it incredibly difficult to see. The comedian slash magician was merely okay, and the dancers only came on for short periods of time.
When the performers were on stage they were great. They wore extravagant outfits and discarded them piece-by-piece. The comedian was mediocre, but part of this could have been due to our inability to hear very well. I think the comedian would have been more successful had he either pushed the boundaries and erred on the crude side, or told cheesy 1940s style jokes.
Our effort to enjoy the show became futile so we decided to take our cocktails out to the patio to enjoy the view of Washington and the warmth from the heaters. I was excited for the event, which in theory sounded amazing. Unfortunately it just feel fell flat against my expectations and previous experiences at W, which are usually fabulous. Perhaps next time.
The W Hotel DC
515 15th St. N.W.