There were Halloween costumes every which way but loose, unless You’re Loose At The Moose, over the prior weekend

Are you 21? Or mature enough to take it? What follows are that many examples of the costumes and decore that were all over as Halloween was celebrated in adult style several days beforehand, last Friday and Saturday:

— I saw a woman thrusting some of the most demon-like long horns I have ever seen, like a big ram on steroids, much more than size 13, to use a shoe reference. Uhm, between “ram” and “shoe size,” you would think that was a guy — and we aren’t talking about Al Bundy.
— At a late-night shopping spree — for Halloween candy? — I saw a clerk hold up pink-animal-PJs with the front swapped for the back as far as the middle “part,” thus showing an eight-inch-long-item that looked just like a penis! We both laughed when we realized what it resembled. There was a woman, again the gender aspect here appears wrong, who was out on Saturday with a similar costume minus the “tail.” During the previous days when people were deciding what to wear, there were more costumes focusing on male anatomy, but they referred to that organ with euphemisms such as “man part,” or Large Pen Is (with an instrument a staunch bit thicker than a pencil running from a male model’s neck to, well uh …) I didn’t know that the FCC’s wording ban went as far as those seasonal Halloween stores.
— A bartender at Dick’s, befitting that name, had a super-high-riding thong and sparkly glasses, much like a Vegas showgirl. Top that off with a theme being pumped up by advertising in flyers, that being pumpkin spice lingerie (whipped cream not included). And then there was the “star” eyed makeup sported by many Moose servers, like the lead singer of KISS.
— By the gaming machines at Dick’s was a Gumby-like creature who, despite trying well into the witching hour, couldn’t get his full head to stand up.
— A beauty sported sparkles all around her eye edges, the size of a patch for that, looking legitimately like they were riveted into her cheeks.
— A priest had a tray of Tostitos on a plate, made to look like Holy Communion hosts on a paten. (See we at HudsonWiNightlife even know religious terminology). But what about the wine?
— A sharp dressed man was dancing up a storm and being overtly friendly/clingy, and because of that frenentic motion, was dangerously waving around a sickle.
— Two male sailors, (is this a cliche?), were in proximity to two other Armed Services personnel, who were not together, either in reality or for theatrics.
— A witch won a first-place prize, then found a rival with the same green skin and scepter-head at Pudge’s, which also had an actual-looking terra cotta soldier by the first pool table.
— Then we get animals involved, beyond just the humans in costume, with a seeing eye dog dressed like a skunk with a white stripe going down the back.
— It can be a demon to look like Damon on Halloween. When a foursome of people walked into Green Mill at the same time, one of them just wouldn’t let go of the idea that a counterpart looked just like Matt Damon. (I’ve reported on such resemblences before in this web page, but have never seen anything like this). “I loved you in Good Will Hunting,” the enamored one said, to which the recipient responded in a dismissive way. But the first guy kept it up. “I suppose I should take that as a compliment,” the Damon-like guy responded, hoping that would close the commentary. But the chatter still kept up for another minute or two.
— The numbers 10/6 and colors purple/green were shown on a medium-size-hat worn by a woman at The Bungalow. Could those be predictions of the regular season’s final record for the Vikings? Or less likely, I dare say, Packers?
— The skeletal costume of a woman Woody’s bartender had plenty of ribs showing, throughout the area of the rib cage, but not a lot of cloth underneath, as we’re bringing sexy back.
— You couldn’t help but notice a number of great big spider webs, the size of a small room or large closet, pinned to the ceiling corners at Woody’s.
— Two female pirate bartenders were serving drinks upstairs at Pudge’s, even boasting a matching series of colors. Yes, they said they planned their similar attire. And there was a Captain Morgan to be seen around town, as well.
— How is this for a theme involving a whole litter? There were that many women, in one gaggle of a group, out sporting kitty ears of various styles at a local haunt.
— Lots of people from Guv’s Place wandered over to The Village Inn for a drink on Friday night, then trekked back for the costume contest. They were treated to even more monsters than the usual at Guv’s, complete with new versions of their trademarks, a creepy corner filled with creatures, and all kinds of bone-based decore over the front windows.
— Friend Michelle went as Santa’s slutty sister, although she took her act far afield, but it still smacked of a ho, ho, ho motif (again, oops the wrong holiday, for a second time).
— There were a trio of glowing pumpkin figures, lit at all hours, when heading back along the Hudson to North Hudson crawl, from the costume parties.
— The night of, I heard an organist just after the end of a Catholic Mass playing really creepy music, right out of Phantom of the Opera.
— And lastly, Halloween could be ended by taking in “Late Night Bites” at Perkins. Bloody good! Just like the all-out, but all-in-fun, with a macho twist, blood lust shown by dozens and dozens of fans at local sports bars for that Ultimate Fighting cheering, and raving, that’s way over the top. No holds barred!

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