Halloween in November? Early? And country being queen toward the middle of the month? You betcha boots

(Actually, scary is now old news, and country is in, as that form of music takes precedence in the second weekend of November and moving forward. For what to see in the area, check out this web site’s Picks of the Week department).

You would have to be a (post)-Halloween novice, not to notice that its a novelty for nasty hauntings to continue, well into November.
So don’t put those Halloween costumes away just yet, as there are more scary deeds to be done, such as attending the “after party” with prizes for the haunted holiday at the Village Inn in North Hudson on Saturday, Nov. 4. This proves that Halloween is an observance that does not end with the end of October, much like having the extended birthday 30-day month that many people celebrate.
There will be a deejay/karaoke from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. at the Village, by the name of Ryan (he’s been there before) and word has it, although we’re not sure, that he doesn’t go by the last name of Secrest. To help you get your courage up, and (costume/song) game on, groups of people can get 96-ounce hoppers of sponsor Michelob Golden Light, which is billed on many coasters as The Gold Standard, for only $20. And of course, there are costume prizes, to see if you have what it takes to take home $75, or other cash awards. That judging will go on at about 11 or 11:30 p.m., depending on the number of people who strut their stuff vocally during the karaoke.

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