The Washington Hilton is a unique destination. It starts with a drive around the block, like you’re casing the joint, but are really just looking for parking. Once inside parking, bring glow sticks or bread crumbs, the garage is a labyrinth, you may meet Jared in there. I appreciated the automatic opening doors, especially carrying totes. Reception went quickly and efficiently, thank you. The concierge was super helpful for planning the nights journey, specifically getting a vampiric drag version of Marie Antoinette to the Hard Rock and back. Speaking of which, there was the Miss Adams Morgan going on at the Hilton, I didn’t know about it and therefore had other plans, but highly recommend everyone go next year. The rooms were small but nice. Lighting in the bathroom could have been brighter, and there could have been a fridge. I appreciated that I could open the window to let the colder air in. The bed was comfy, no springs in ones back and whatnot. Water was hot, rooms were clean and bug free. The biggest annoyance was the elevator situation on Sunday. There are no stairs to the parking garage, and only two elevators of the six going there. So, if you’ve read this far, here’s the secret code for avoiding an hour trying to get down there. First, don’t check out at check out, go earlier. If you stay until checkout, the last two by the bar go to parking. Wiggle through the crowd and ride the elevator all the way up, then down. You’ll see why by the looks on faces going down.
