There was something in the air all right.
It was spooky, it was scary. It was downright ghastly.
Ok, ok, our music wasn’t that bad! So, we’re no Lawrence Welk. Anyway, we ushered in All Hallow’s Eve for the third straight year this Friday evening at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub in downtown Mount Clemens with great anticipation and trepidation.
The pub was decked out in scary spiders, helpful mice and the occasional cute and cuddly kitty cat. There was webbing hanging here, there and everywhere. (and mostly stuck to the back-side of Carl).
The lights were low and the evening was ripe for just about anything to happen. We began right at the hour of eight, keeping it soft and quiet for our dinning ghouls. We didn’t wish to scare anyone with our seasonal songs.
The full house turned over at the end of our first set; giving us the chance to entertain a whole different group of revelers, eager to feast on more dead things and wash them down with cold, wet ale.
Upstairs was packed, with Under The Covers band playing their own brand of Millennial favorites, to the ambivalence of those hungry for decimals and flesh.
The night evolved as so many have lately, people shuffling in; sitting a while and then ambling out to make certain not to miss anything on their evolving agendas that we all take on this time of year.
People just can’t devote an entire evening to once place or one cause anymore. They are spread too thin. People have to be at work, then get the kids to soccer, then feed them, then go out for some food, a few drinks and then home before the crows land to peck out your eyes.
Yuk!
Well, you get the idea. Its hard for patrons to stay in one place for too long. We are seeing much more evidence of that effect, week in and week out.
The costume contest happened before we knew it, with those that wished to, strutting their stuff to the immersive rhythm.
There were many screams, many gasps and many many moments where the people nearly lost their minds!!! (and that was only during our third set).
Before we knew it, the grim reaper had planted one of our feet in the grave, and it was time to give up the ghost for another year.
Next comes Thanksgiving. It will be here before you know it. The only thing scarier than Halloween is the Christmas season!
Rb
