From Motown maniacs and “boograss hillbillies” to glam rock ghouls and the Phantom of Grace Cathedral, SF’s undead are dancing to a Beetlejuice beat.
By Marke B.
DEAD MAN’S PARTY RADAR Hey-O, fellow Halloweeners, it’s time for our city’s favorite civic holiday, the one with so many parties I often just want to crawl back into my coffin and wait for after-hours tricks and treats. (Or maybe just sleep until Day of the Dead on Monday night). But there’s just too much great stuff happening.
Wha’cha gonna be this year? Toilet Paper Mummy? Zombie Ron Conway? Internet Outrage? Laid-Off Twitter Employee? Sexy Aaron Peskin? Sexy Airbnb logo? The Ellis Act? And more importantly, wha’cha gonna do?
You could go HUGE, with enormous parties at Kink.com HQ The Armory or Pier 70’s carnivalesque Ghost Ship. You could pack yourself like an unholy sardine into the sidewalks of the Castro District. (Unofficially, of course, since Halloween is all but banned from those streets). You could even pub hop through the Marina — now that might truly be the ultimate terror!
Or you could look over these terror-iffic Halloween events, delivered direct from my steaming Hello Kitty cauldron of leftover cheap wigs, nauseating-smelling Halloween Store “Scream” masks, and discount three-pound bags of Baby Ruths from the Walgreen’s last year. I’ve concocted such a magical agenda for you!