Central Station isn’t generally known as the type of bar where much of anything ribald goes on, but their attempt at a Halloween Party promised a world of costumed debauchery including a forty dollar open bar, the kitchen being open all night and face-painting, among other sources of “depravity.” Upon entering last night at the peak of the festivities, however, one would have found nothing more than an in-depth discussion on the history of masked balls.
Venziana Banalità, the 22-year-old Venetian who started the conversation, kept the momentum of the discourse going with comments like, “Obviously, the fifteenth century was the pinnacle for authentic masked balls with the pomp and circumstance that these costumed affairs demand.” While there were a handful of other people adding to the conversation at various points, it largely digressed from party to oration on the architecture and design of elaborate dresses and masks.
The evening was forced to a conclusion when the owner of the bar, Landon Curmudgeo, couldn’t handle the unwanted history lessons and told everyone that he was closing Central Station two hours early “due to plumbing issues.” All in all, it seems like Central Station may not be the best location for Halloween parties in the future. Perhaps, like Tutu’s, it has some sort of weird underlying energy that traces back to unknown roots to Carnival culture.
Written by Genna Rivieccio