We bundled up, grabbed some coffee, and headed out to walk through Central Park- which wasn’t crowded at all due to the weather. Yesterday proved to be rainy and cold in the city, but Sean and I weren’t content with just staying indoors all day until it came time to catch our train back home. when we grabbed what would prove to be regrettable White Castle sliders en route back to our hotel, The Muse on West 46th- which was beautiful, by the way. Sean and I stayed and danced around the different rooms for most of the night, eventually losing steam around 2:30 a.m. You seriously just NEVER know what’s going to happen or who/what you’re going to see. The item being auctioned off was another patron who had been picked out at random, blindfolded, and presented to us (I’m fairly sure there was a similar scene in the last ‘Purge’ movie?)Īfterwards, when I had stopped by the ladies room to freshen up my lipstick and fix my hair- a woman dressed as Amy Winehouse was performing on a karaoke machine in the corner by the sinks. At one point in the evening, a card I had been given during dinner by one of the performers gained me entry into a private auction room where I was served more champagne and some grapes by a nude gentleman who was painted gold from head to toe. I’m fortunate enough to be desensitized by most of it at this point- but it was pretty great to see some people who were seemingly in attendance for the first time looking on in shock. There was plenty of alcohol (I maybe, maaaaaybe drank a little too much champagne as the evening wore on,) nudity, simulated sex, and so on. Now, a party that boasts a “seven deadly sins” theme is bound to have a fair share of surprises- and the staff at McKittirick didn’t fail to deliver. When we found each other again later on in one of the bigger rooms, we managed to catch the end of the show together before it was time for the post-performance party to begin. Try as we might, Sean and I did end up getting separated- again (it ALWAYS happens-) but we each got to see some new scenes we’d missed during previous visits. Shortly after our arrival at the McKittrick, we were served an incredible dinner that included lamb, fresh salad, raisin wine, some strong punch, and an assortment of rich desserts before we were ushered into the play to collect our masks and explore. I’m not 100% sure everyone in attendance followed that dress code by the book, but I, myself, made an effort with a classic little black dress from ModCloth and my Edgar Allan Poe pendant from Fable & Fury. The dress code was simple- all black attire or costumes that adhered to one of the seven deadly sins. Working full-time has made Halloween a tad difficult to celebrate at maximum party potential- especially with it falling during weekdays in recent years- so to be able to take this past Friday off at the office and head into NYC for the ‘INFERNO: A Celebration of Sin’ party was exciting. The only party we had yet to check out was their yearly Halloween celebration. We’ve done it all and have always enjoyed ourselves immensely. New Years Eve, Springtime celebrations, dinners, masquerades, etc. Everything is saturated in blood-red lighting, and more than a few immaculately dressed guests have just emerged from Sleep No More, creepy masks still on hand.In the past few years, my best friend Sean and I have traveled to New York City to attend ‘Sleep No More’ and some of it’s linked parties/productions at their McKittrick Hotel no less than a dozen times- each time vastly different and unique than the last. Not to overdo the David Lynch references but, this time, imagine Lynch designing a jazz club… in hell. Meanwhile, the McKittrick’s house band, Bassey & The Heathens, takes the stage in the marvelous and moody Manderley Bar. Well, just one more thing left to do, since, around midnight, the party is actually just getting started in the McKittrick. On Friday nights, the cheekily raucous burlesque-circus-cabaret show Bartschland Follies is unleashed in The Heath. (My date was particularly taken with the kitten-headed figure in a frilly cyan dress, its beady-eyed gaze impossible to look away from.) Oh, and a three-course meal with as much wine, or beer, as you care to imbibe.īy the end of the show, there’s nothing left to do but hit the checkered dance floor, hold your date close, and tango. Plus: several mysterious figures with unnervingly realistic animal heads. Suffice it to say The Lost Supper involves plenty of moody singing, electrifying dancing, and one rivetingly choreographed sequence in which time seems to slow down. The mischief of Lewis Carroll-meets-the lurking menace of David Lynch in "The Lost Supper" McKittrick HotelĪgain, I don’t want to give anything away.
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