Halloween in Charleston is a magical time.The usual gaggle of sexy nurses, vampires, and cowgirls roamed the streets, or wobbled would be more accurate. But we tend to be attracted to the more creative costumes, even if they may be a little inappropriate — like the two Hitlers we saw roaming around. One was part of a posse of historical figures on vacation together. Picture Hitler, Lincoln, and Jesus in Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts. And then there was gay Hitler, who we saw getting his distinguished mustache painted on at Warehouse. His tight army uniform with the sleeves cut off to reveal his swastika tattoo was the tip of the candy corn. One inappropriate costume we can't get behind? That would be blackface. Don't do it. Just don't. We saw far too many.
And for a night that started out tame at the Warehouse, it quickly took a turn. The transition from fun dance music to crowded college bar was sharp. We were reminded why we don't frequent places like Midtown. And the number one reason is probably just the fact that we're over the age of 22. Crammed into a stinky, sweaty bar, co-eds swayed to cover songs while spilling their vodka grenadine concoction on us. No thank you. The costumes there were also fairly cliché, with the exception of the Miley Cyrus Wrecking Ball and the cast from Aladdin.
And while the kids were having a great time, we headed somewhere more our speed and went to Recovery Room for a more low-key Halloween night. Or so we thought. The walk there alone had us come face-to-face with a talking lampshade, perhaps mumbling is a better description. And, the two zombies who crawled out of an alley gave us our spooks for the night.
Once at Rec Room, we saw an older man take over the jukebox and play classics from the '70s while a lady tried to hump him out of the way. It worked and she changed the musical tone of the evening. She also may have said that she loves Halloween because she can dress like a slut. Huh, I guess Rachel McAdams' character from Mean Girls — a.k.a. Regina George — really knew what was up. It was also here that we saw our favorite costume, Sharknado. A man had created a magnificent tornado with sharks coming out of it. It looked hot, in both ways. Other than a few unusual characters asking people to arm wrestle and smelling our costumes without our permission (is that the Halloween equivalent of feeling a pregnant lady's belly without her permission?), the night really was pretty tame. There were the drunken girls that had trouble walking in their heels and the macho men that seemed intent on besting the number of fireball shots taken in the span of an evening, but for the majority of the crowds it seemed like people just wanted a drunken good time. Hitler included.