Trick or treat?
Anxious to be admired for something far less meaningful, I decided to give the dog the night off and sally forth on my own to an evening of pure silly fun, celebrating things that go bump in the night at the annual Halloween party at the Catskill Distilling Company in Bethel, NY. Now in its fourth year, the event (www.dancingcatsaloon.com) has grown exponentially in popularity and has quickly become the stuff that legends are made of.
Each year, attendance swells and the endless parade of fantastical costumes was a treat of epic proportions.
Since I was attending stag, hostess-with-the-mostess Stacy Cohen decided to throw me a bone and put me on the judging panel to help select contest winners in a variety of categories. The Herculean task was tough, since there were scores of amazing get-ups.
Bone munching cave dwellers, Geisha girls and courtiers danced the night away with Elvis, Joplin and the assorted ghouls and goblins that are requisite for the holiday, but it was the “T & A Girls” that stole the show, shaking their booty and causing the crowd to howl with approval as they accepted the grand prize toward the end of the evening.
Music provided by Peter Florance and the New Kings elevated the night, as the roaring bonfire outside warmed the faint of heart who were too spooked to remain inside.
It wasn’t easy to select a costume that did not include a dog, but I managed to amuse a few with my “generic rock star” ensemble, while endlessly fielding questions as to the animal’s whereabouts. With tonight being the official holiday, I plan to hit the streets with the pooch in tow and go door to door, begging for candy, while snapping pics of the kiddies decked out in scary attire. It might be a trick to get folks to look at me while her tail is wagging, but it’s a real treat to see the children delight in the age-old traditions that jack-o’-lanterns illuminate throughout the Upper Delaware Valley. Happy Halloween.