The spirit of All Hallows Eve is in my blood.
I suppose, after years of watching my Dad lower blocks of dry ice into cast-iron cauldrons, dipping apples in warm caramel with friends, carving 80 pound pumpkins with my mom to the soundtrack of Hocus Pocus, and sitting on our front steps waiting for my godmother’s yearly costume surprise, this sort of connection was inevitable.
I’ve always been fascinated by magic, extreme archetypes, all things a little dark and dangerous. (This totally stems from my reading fairytales and fiction, safe and sound in front of our old wood stove. LOL) Being able to dress how you wish, look and feel as forbidding as you want, and unapologetically channel whatever character you choose for one night is freeing. There’s a rush in being unrecognizable. A pleasure in taking a break from being YOU for one night.
When I was younger, we trick or treated. Then, as I outgrew that practice (unfortunately), we began hosting Halloween parties. Last year, though, I lost track of time and ended up wandering around Beacon Hill. WOW, have I been missing out.
Last night, we had a lovely dinner at Scampo inside the Liberty Hotel on Charles Street.
I absolutely love this restaurant. It somehow blends what I feel, architecturally, is most masculine and feminine. The waitstaff is superb, and I find myself ordering the spaghetti pomodoro and Caesar salad every time because it’s just THAT GOOD.
The hotel itself, formally the Charles Street Jail, is spooky on a normal day. On Halloween, it’s special: prison bars, aged brick, gothic, dimly lit chandeliers and copper light fixtures set off an orange glow. Plus, three bars stock some majorly yummy Pino Noir (Halloween = Red Beverages LOL). If you’re ever in the area, take some time to grab a drink and explore the nooks and crannies of this building. If only these walls could talk…
What makes Beacon Hill on Halloween truly amazing, though, is the residents.
Police block off the streets so children can safely run from house to house, parents look on with no worries sipping hot chocolate and late-night lattes, residents open their decked-out doors to hand out candy, show off their costumes, and even just have a nice chat. Some people project old spooky movies on the sides of their houses and still, somehow, seem surprised when their street is full of people taking a few minutes to sit or stand and watch the movie. The camaraderie, open conversation, and genuine friendliness is what makes the experience so unique.
Spooky music plays as you walk along the streets. From pumpkins hanging from trees and spiders climbing up walls, it seems there is never enough time to really SEE all of the trappings. There’s always next year…