Another Halloween is sadly behind us. Thank you to The Ruby Room, Pink Boombox and The Burning of Rome for making it a great night! I hope everyone had fun and if you didn’t make it out to our party this year, we hope to see you at the Second Annual International Invitational Croquet Tournament and Symposium. Here (finally) are our pictures from the “Seedy Soiree” on Halloween night.
We also have some additional pictures here thanks to Angela Carone, the editor of the KPBS Culture Lust blog.
Thank you to everyone who made it out and we hope to see you next year!
Don your masks, sharpen your fangs, and perfect your impish grin! Halloween is upon us! It’s the time of year when the wall between this world and the next crumbles to dust. Spirits evil and vile will be free to cross over and walk among us. But do not fear. The centuries have proven that these spirits can be fooled. All you must do is make them believe you are one of them. So for one night, become a devil, a demon, a ghost or a goblin – any wicked creature of your imagination – and join us at this nefarious drinking establishment. The LGA is hard at work preparing a host of decorations to transform the Ruby Room into a delightful nightmare. Entertainment shall begin with a never-before-seen burlesque fetish freakshow, Pink Boombox. Then, we shall have a ghoul’s night out with the most devilish band in the land, The Burning of Rome, who will be performing an entire set of songs by The Misfits.
Event Details:
Seedy Soiree
Nighttime, Saturday, October 30th
The Ruby Room, 1271 University Ave, San Diego
Tickets can be purchased at the door for $15 or for $12 in the online presale.
It’s around 10pm, and Lee, Greg, and I are looking for a bar. Not just any bar; we’re surrounded by bars, actually, with thumping music and flashing lights, and crowds of people who look and act like they just turned 21, whether they’re in their 20s, 30s, or 40s. We are in San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter, and we are looking for Prohibition.
We pass a nondescript doorway wedged between two nightclubs. No sign, just an address. Lee squints at it. Is that the one? No. We keep walking, past a group of eight or ten young guys, all wearing polo shirts with the collars turned up, all walking unsteadily and staring off into space with the vacant look of someone so drunk they can’t hold a coherent thought.
Another doorway. It is also flanked by unpleasantly Gaslampy bars. The frosted glass window displays the name of a law firm. This is it, Lee says. We walk past a small gate, ring a doorbell, and wait.
The door opens a crack. Nobody comes out. Lee looks around the corner. There is a man in a suit.
As some of you may have noticed, the world has (since September of last year) been experiencing a steadily worsening shortage which could very well have shaken the foundation of LGA Manor. I was shocked to find that none of the major networks had the courage to even mention this story, much less give it the full 24 hour coverage it deserved.
Perhaps they were simply trying to avoid sparking a worldwide panic, but the world deserved to know just how close to the brink it really was. I speak of course, about the shortage of Angostura bitters (fortunately the LGA Manor has a set of reserves for just these sorts of emergencies).
