Taxlo ups usual revelry for annual Halloween fête
After seeing every type of costume imaginable at Taxlo on Friday, I realized there were essentially three variations on the Halloween costume: girls dressed as guys, guys dressed as girls and girls I mistakenly thought were guys dressed as girls.
For those who don't know, Taxlo is a dance party hosted every week at Sonar. The DJs spin electronic and indie rock music, and the crowd is a total Baltimore hipster fest, which is either a horrifying night of posturing or a welcome relief from Hopkins, depending on which end of the spectrum that you fall on. This week was Halloween, so whether you wanted to be horrified by the culture or to get insanely drunk and party the night away, Taxlo was a great way to spend an evening away from the legions of costumed drunk girls trekking from frat party to frat party at Hopkins.
This is not to say that the crowd at Taxlo was not costumed or inebriated beyond belief. My friends and I arrived around midnight to catch the last few DJ sets and we quickly realized two things: We were neither drunk enough nor dressed ridiculously enough to blend in for Halloween night at Taxlo. This was an extremely pleasant surprise, as it had been pouring rain since eight in the morning and the city was basically flooded. I had expected a fairly empty Sonar, predicting that few in Baltimore would brave the ugly weather for a weekly dance party, but it was obviously not just any weekly dance party. It was a Halloween party, and people had spent too much money on their costumes to forgo a precious Halloween night.
And they dressed up in full force. Beyond the standard legions of Playboy Bunnies, sexy kittens and men in drag were a wide variety of creative costumes getting progressively destroyed as the night went on. I saw a girl in a full cop uniform handcuffing every guy she saw, a terrifying grim reaper dressed in a black cloak with blood spurting out of his mask and, my favorite of all, a giant black girl dressed in a full Victorian dress whose giant white wig grew so cumbersome that she had taken it off and was waving it like crazy.
For those who don't know, Taxlo is a dance party hosted every week at Sonar. The DJs spin electronic and indie rock music, and the crowd is a total Baltimore hipster fest, which is either a horrifying night of posturing or a welcome relief from Hopkins, depending on which end of the spectrum that you fall on. This week was Halloween, so whether you wanted to be horrified by the culture or to get insanely drunk and party the night away, Taxlo was a great way to spend an evening away from the legions of costumed drunk girls trekking from frat party to frat party at Hopkins.
This is not to say that the crowd at Taxlo was not costumed or inebriated beyond belief. My friends and I arrived around midnight to catch the last few DJ sets and we quickly realized two things: We were neither drunk enough nor dressed ridiculously enough to blend in for Halloween night at Taxlo. This was an extremely pleasant surprise, as it had been pouring rain since eight in the morning and the city was basically flooded. I had expected a fairly empty Sonar, predicting that few in Baltimore would brave the ugly weather for a weekly dance party, but it was obviously not just any weekly dance party. It was a Halloween party, and people had spent too much money on their costumes to forgo a precious Halloween night.
And they dressed up in full force. Beyond the standard legions of Playboy Bunnies, sexy kittens and men in drag were a wide variety of creative costumes getting progressively destroyed as the night went on. I saw a girl in a full cop uniform handcuffing every guy she saw, a terrifying grim reaper dressed in a black cloak with blood spurting out of his mask and, my favorite of all, a giant black girl dressed in a full Victorian dress whose giant white wig grew so cumbersome that she had taken it off and was waving it like crazy.
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