Last night was, indeed, Halloween but you would not have known it walking down 1st Ave. at 11p -- the streets were 100% dead. It could have been Turkey Day for the pure lack of humans. K& I, being brave souls and undaunted by poor scheduling, put on our classiest blond wigs and coolest shades to hit the pavement in search of at least a little tiny morsel of Halloween spirit. We didn't want some throbbing Pioneer Square disco extravaganza -- just a little bite-size chunk of the holiday. The thought had been to find a quiet but bustling non-bar and sit to grab a little food and drink but man oh man did we have a hard time in the bustling department. We walked by the Black Bottle but couldn't bring ourselves to enter the empty restaurant with nobody there to appreciate our wigs. Black Bottle wasn't alone in its loneliness so we punted on our primary mission and settled for a quick drink at the Cyclops where there were a few other warm bodies, if nothing else. Wandering home through the rain, we saw the occasional wandering costume-wearer. We wanted to point each of them toward the Cyclops but also lower their expecations accordingly. Instead, we walked on by, went home, and packed our wigs away for next year. We're sure Halloween on a Tuesday night will be much more interesting.
-- j
Tags: uptown, seattle, halloween, cyclops
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Oh, that's a sad Halloween. Where's the spirit from the wider community? Found this other blog that relates - maybe people are just forgetting how fun it can be. http://kimandjason.com/blog/?p=181
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