When it comes to Halloween, everyone’s got a story. Whether you puked in front of the bouncer at Tao or made out with someone dressed as Zack Galifinakis from “The Hangover,” we know how eventful Halloween can be - and how much we all love to hear those stories the week after. So, for your viewing pleasure, we have sifted through numerous Halloween survival stories and landed upon a few interesting tales we think you’d enjoy – and, hey, if you think your story tops these, we’d love to hear all about it.
Right hand on drink, left foot on Pub Crawl:
Even though the winds were howling and the rain was falling, New York City was still filled to the brim with costumed craziness this Halloween. The streets buzzed with excitement, as Lady Gagas, Michael Jacksons and zombies galore party-hopped up and down the city streets. Rather than settling down at just one spot for the night, 20 of my closest friends and I decided to spend our night wandering the streets of New York as some of the many participants in this year’s Halloween Pub Crawl.
TG Whitney’s lured us in and as our registration spot, they couldn’t have been more accommodating. After a breezy exchange of ticket for wristband, we guzzled a drink and were on our merry way.
We began our night at O’Neill’s, a standard New York City pub. Besides the requisite comments about my costume (I was dressed as a Twister board and was met with many requests for right-hand-red groping opportunities), O’Neill’s welcomed us with open arms – with 2-for-1 drink specials. I successfully downed a vodka tonic, SoCo shot, Lemon Drop shot, and Bud Light before deciding that it was time to forge ahead to the next stop.
O’Neill’s – and the rest of the pub crawl, for that matter – can best be described as a “man-up” situation; we had to suck up the crowded bars and the spilled drinks because it came with the territory. I looked at the packed turf as an excellent opportunity to fraternize with fellow crawlers, sharing our hopes and dreams for the long haul ahead. I found an especially friendly crowd at our second stop, the Hook & Ladder Pub. This “little pub that could” was packed with zealous characters, who were all eager to get a hold of the $2 Bud Light special. It turned into a team effort, with the Army stud at the prime bar-side location taking orders in bulk. As pitchers were passed, and dollars were lost, it turned into a community of crawlers.
Our welcome at the Hook & Ladder had come and gone, so it was on to the next spot. A few fellow Syracuse Alumni were located at Van Diemen’s, and assured us that beer was flowing and there was room to breathe. The upstairs section proved to be prime location for speedy service allowing me to consistently have a drink in hand. After some time there, Van Diemen’s pub crawl participation time had come to an end. At that point, my friends and I decided we were not in any condition to navigate the rest of the pub crawl venues, so we just decided to go across the street to Arctica, another pub crawl participating bar, where we parked ourselves for the rest of the night. It proved to be an excellent alcohol-induced decision, as my friends and I grabbed prime real estate at a private table and danced and raged as the night progressed.
Before I knew it, it was 3 AM and I still had not made it to my dream destination for the night – Carnival. So, I grabbed two obliging friends, hopped in one of the scarce cabs that were out that night, and made our way to the Union Square hotspot. Carnival provided me with everything I needed at that moment in time – popcorn, alcohol, music and carnival games. After downing a well-buttered tub of popcorn and winning a bear after sinking a basketball shot, it was time for me to bid Halloween adieu. I braved the weather, the crowds, and the obnoxious guy in the Chrysler Building costume (is it necessary to wear something that takes up that much room?) and had my most successful Halloween to date. I even made it home with my Twister spinner – just another cherished memento of Halloween 2009.
-- Sara Lambert, 22, New York City
Too much alcohol, not enough flair:
Suspenders covered in flair and a nasty hangover: the only evidence that Halloween 2009 actually occurred. There were no pictures, no reciepts and absoloutely no recollection of the night before, so after chatting with a few friends, I was able to piece together my night… and it was NOT pretty.
After working all day, I changed into my “Jennifer Anniston a la Office Space” costume and hit the streets for the pub crawl around the corner. About three vodka tonics and one (unfortunate) lemon drop shot later, I rudely gave the vampire hitting on me the boot and ventured to bar number two about 10 blocks down. In the 15-20 minutes it took me to get there, my hair turned to a frizzy mess in the pouring rain – and I, too, was nothing less than a frizzy mess to onlookers, who witnessed me fight a war against my high heels. The shoes won.
At the second spot I pulled some ninja moves to cut to the bar, grabbing a vodka sour for my friend and another, unnecessary vodka tonic for myself. Since she was outside playing “slap the bag” with a boxed-wine-toting superhero, I downed both drinks and headed to the pregame. That’s right, the “PRE” game.
I arrived at my friend's, pounded shots, took a few pictures and headed to The Park. Either they didn’t check tickets or I just waltzed (tumbled) in, but once inside – or outside – I had a blast. The music was bumping with the sounds of B-Roc, all my friends were there and I may or may not have tried to climb one of the trees inside. Whatever, irrelevant. There were no tears, so I’m sure the party was as awesome as I heard it was.
From that point on I remember nothing. Apparently I got in a limo with a couple friends, headed to Carnival, booted outside and then swallowed a slice of pizza whole. A full pack of cigarettes and one word texts proved that I was even too drunk to chainsmoke or drink and dial. Awesome.
The next day I woke up on my friend’s couch, wearing an I <3 NY t-shirt (that wasn’t mine) with a pounding headache and a bruise on my left arm. After some ibuprofen, some Shake Shack and some quality couch time, I can proudly say that I survived my first Halloween in NYC…barely.
-- Taryn Haight, 22, New York City
A dose of Halloween in Coconut Grove:
I live in West Palm Beach, and needed a chance to get out of town for the holiday. Luckily, a good friend of mine was house sitting at this amazing place in Miami and needed a bit of company on All Hollow’s Eve. Ten minutes after she called I was on my way. This year I decided to bust out the (empty) pill bottles, the cane, and the hairspray and go as House MD. My friends have always said I look like a young version of the TV Doc, and so, I went for it. The costume was great and by the time we left the house I was wobbling around more than my inspiration. The swerve continued when we stepped out into this MASSIVE block party that was taking place in Coconut Grove. Luckily we didn’t have to drive or park for that matter, that would have taken literally hours and we had more important things to do. EVERY BAR was swarming with people. It was nearly impossible to get in anywhere, and the few places I did get through the door, the line to the bar was about seven or eight deep. With everyone in costume and already faded, getting a drink took a bit of a trick in and of itself. But who cares! The real party was on the street! There were hot women EVERYWHERE! Nurses and vampires and naughty cops OH MY! After nearly breaking my ankle on the curb, we stumbled back into a cab and headed home for the after party.
-- Chris Denny, 27, West Palm Beach
Tiggers love to bounce:
My Halloween night started off just as any other night would; preparation. It took me no time to switch into my Tigger costume, and I definitely knew I’d be the talk of the town once I got to my destination. On this night, me and the crew decided on Lincoln Road in South Beach, one of the most popular hangouts for Halloween each and every year. Me and some friends all met up at my girl’s place and started the pre-drinking debauchery, consisting of beer, various shots of what my pal Luke called “Halloween Shot Potion,” and yes, I even downed a spirit or two (notice how I said “a spirit or two?” Judgment and memory was blurred after these). We called up the cabs, because even if you’re sober enough to drive to South Beach you’ll never find parking, and soon enough they scooped us up and we were on our way.
Once we landed on Lincoln Road it seemed like we were in another world. Thousands of dressed-up locals and visitors crowded the streets drinking, laughing and taking pictures. By this time Tigger was already hopping around after so much liquid courage, but at the same time trying my best not to embarrass the Mrs. First stop for me and the gang was Finnegan’s, and it was probably one of the better times that I spent there. Not only were the beers pretty cheap, but the music was on point as well. We then headed down another block and hit up the infamous Zeke’s. This place was a little too packed for our liking to instead we opted to go over to Buck 15. There was no cover and the place was packed, but a good packed not a bad one. This is where the vision really started to blur, so after a quick two-step I called it a night. I know it seems as though it was a short night, but for some reason this entire process was nearly five hours! Next time I’ll take it easy on the sauce before my arrival.
-- Marcos Colón, 24, Miami
Night (and morning after) of the Living Dead:
Miami! Halloween! SO MANY CHOICES! When deciding what to do this year it was a toss up between a few different options. South Beach? – To expensive and I’m not on the list...anywhere. The Grove? – Eh, not that I mind the UM Crowd but I do want to listen to some good music. Downtown? – Hmmm… maybe not such a bad idea! So after weighing the options and checking the funds, we decided to hit up our favorite night spot, Vagabond, in downtown Miami for some pre-Halloween goodness! My Zombie costume needed a lot of prep time, so after downing half a bottle of Johnny Walker (red label) and some Sushi, we hopped in the cab and headed Downtown. Friday night was INSANE! Luckily it was pretty easy to get in to the Vagabond. The night was pretty packed (as to be expected), but it wasn’t anywhere near as crowded or expensive as anything on South Beach, all while still keeping up with the amount of eye candy and horrifying costumes that can only be expected on Halloween. I was already a bit tipsy when I walked through the door but the bartenders kept the shots coming. The soundtrack was perfect, and as the night progressed my memory becomes a bit faded. Waking up with face paint smeared all over my pillow and my shoes still half tied wondering where that girl that I danced with to Justice went at 10:30 the next morning, reminded me that I was both late for work and hung over to the point of taking on the zombie persona to a new level. What a great night!
-- Jake Taibbi, 24, Miami
Steve Aoki at SET: far from a drag:
While everyone was anxiously awaiting Saturday’s arrival (Halloween), I really wasn’t because I had to work that night (yes, some of us do). I decided to get my weekend started on Thursday night instead and I heard that Steve Aoki would be playing at SET. I called a few people and they said that costumes were welcome at this party, so I was pleased to hear that I would be able to dress up for one of the hottest nightclubs in South Beach and check out one of my favorite DJs. I didn’t really feel like doing the pre-partying thing (yes, tonight I actually felt like helping out the economy and spending a bit of my hard earned money). A few friends picked me up and they were pretty amused when they found out I was dressed in drag for Halloween. They thought I’d have no chance of meeting the sexy ladies at SET if I was dressed like this, but I didn’t seem to think so. Hey, girls like kissing girls sometimes so I thought I had some luck on my side. When we got to the venue there were some of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in attendance. I mean really hot. Steve Aoki was on point the entire night and much to my friends’ surprise, I was getting most of the attention from the ladies. I guess luck happened to be on my side on this night, even though those pantyhose were really riding up on me.
-- Dwight Morgan, 31, Miami
Seven Sexy Sins with 20 sexy people:
Great time at the Seven Sexy Sins party at Luxor Las Vegas on Halloween. We were initially headed to LAX but they wouldn’t work with us and had way too many costume rules. We followed the signs to the Seven Sexy Sins party and got right in. We got a table in the back, two bottles of IS vodka and it was game on. We ended up getting a group of about 20 people to show up and enjoy the adult beverages. Great costumes, great DJs and an even better vibe - everyone in the place seemed to be having a great time. After our bottles were done, we shot over to Studio 54 for Hollyween with Holly Madison to finish up the night. The place was packed and we ended up shutting the club down. What a great night in Vegas… best Halloween ever.
-- Motorboaters, Las Vegas