all hallows’ eve
This angel lit up the dance floor, literally, at the Q Roadhouse Halloween Party on Saturday.
Four days after most people celebrated it, the actual holiday arrives today with a hint of the spookiness that inspired the original Celtic festival, Samhain. For some 2,000 years, humans have been marking the last harvest, summer’s end, the start of the dark months, with revelry.
While in the past this tradition honored a connection to the dead or the underworld, today the holiday has evolved into an expression of the freakier side of human nature. And in Jackson Hole, the freaks come out on Halloween.
The Q party was a rager, but the atmosphere was a little more subdued than the annual Snow King bonanza. What I like about Snow King is the over-the-top outrageousness, the wittiness of the costumes, the statements people make about current events and the lengths these people will go to make fools of themselves in complete unselfconscious bliss.
That was lacking a bit at Q, where it seemed many in the crowd were just trying to look cool.
Still, the venue was superb and the music thumping. While the restaurant hasn’t quite caught fire like everyone expected, the refurbished space — with its cinder block and brick walls with wooden slats — is a great place to entertain.
Here are a few photos from the night, depicting some of the more fun get-ups.
Albert Einstein strolls in with his date. Note the lightbulb in the pocket.
It takes guts to wear this costume:
Don’t laugh — this guy was flanked by the lovely ladies in lampshades, one of the more creative ideas of the night.
The West Bank on Halloween: Where the wild things are.
