Off With Your Head, Just Dance Til You're Dead.

It was a night where ghouls, ghosts, witches and numerous Grim Reapers roamed freely in the streets, into clubs, and onto the dance floor. The bar was covered in cotton spider webs, rubber snakes dangled precariously from branches that crept along the ceiling, and a skeleton hung above the countertop, arms stretched out wide, an invitation to the many costumed patrons streaming into the venue for All Hallows' Eve. Haunting music wafted out from the bar, its melody an eerie call to our inner-monsters that lurk shyly in the shadows to come out & play. All of us marched into the venue in unison, like moth hypnotized by a single lightbulb illuminating the darkness, and there we were - in the playground of beasts.
























It looked like a scene straight out of a movie set: Snow White stood in a corner with Poison Ivy, giggling & chatting over shoots of sparkling champagne. The ever elusive Catwoman twirled in the arms of a zombie on the dance floor, while a bunch of devils head-banged near the DJ console to the beat of LMFAO’s “I’m Sexy and I Know It.” Laughter filled the air, thumping music reverberated through the room, clinking glasses signaled the opening of many more bottles of Jack Daniel’s & gin. We cheered when the Halloween anthem, Michael Jackson’s classic "Thriller", was blasted through the speakers, and danced by our table whenever the dance floor got too crowded. The hours whirled by in a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, and before we knew it, we were taking one last photo by the bar and stumbling out into the night, ending our little Halloween adventure.