The nod for Halloween party ‘A List’ goes to Seasons, for sheer enthusiasm

Seasons Tavern had their biggest and baddest, not to mention scariest, Halloween costume party in their history last year, and they plan to top that benchmark on Saturday with a party that will be fun in various forms, not a gore fest or “Fright Night,” one of the servers said.
She added that despite the atmosphere of fun that’s good natured, there last year were often multiple layers of people lining up behind the horseshoe bar to get a drink at the North Hudson venue.
Of all the parties on Saturday night, with their music and costume contests for prizes, this one merits mention on the home page just because of the sheer enthusiasm shown.
The Halloween theme this year is Tavern in The Woods. “It is our sixth annual Halloween costume party and we are looking forward to a great time and seeing some great costumes,” said Brad, the owner. “The adult theme costume party really brings out the creative side in the community, and allows the individual to share their ‘inner actor.’ The tavern will be decorated very classy creepy with lighting, fog, creepy things in corners, and so forth.”
Seasons will be serving prime rib, as usual, with the possibility of rare red meat, Brad said partially in jest, along with themed cocktails and jello shots. These, I’m guessing, are in signature Halloween colors, specially priced at $2 apiece, or three for $5, (if perchance a beastie nabbed your first one).
Costume judging will be around 10:15 p.m., with cash prizes for first, second and third places. “The judging is audience participation, so bring your ‘A’ Game and your support,” Brad suggests.
The occasionally reconvened house band, the trio Thirsty Camel, which includes Brad as the drummer, plays from around 8:45 p.m. until midnight, but could indeed go on beyond the witching hour if encores are needed, which has often been the case.
“The building that Seasons is in, has been storied to be a place where spirits like to spend their waking hours, giving the staff some (reason for) raised eyebrows and ‘what the’ moments, but I liken it to just things happening that you can’t explain,” Brad said. After several years of operation, he obviously has not been spooked to the point of giving up on his late night stints of helping the staff serve food and drink. And he certainly is not speechless.
According to Sam Ricci, a past owner of a restaurant on the site, “there are some things buried in walls that would be of interest, but I will wait until I have great success at Seasons Tavern before I even start to look into that, maybe in 15 years or so,” Brad said.
“Enter the tavern if you dare,” reads a current sign on the main door that has a hoot owl surveying a graveyard and its tombstones. Such annual Halloween 8-by-11 greetings have made their mark with patrons.

(For a rundown of other Halloween parties in the Hudson area, see the Picks of the Week department elsewhere on this web site).

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