There are only so many fun-size Kit Kats one can knock back before needing a break. And while you'd like to convince yo kids, yo wife that you gave 'em out to the little ghouls on All Hallows Eve, we know you stowed a stash. Good thing Storyville opened its haunted, subterranean lair to host 180 Boston Elites and guests for a rump-shaking, savory-staking Halloween Hangover!
Vats and vats of Winter Punch (house infused rum, tropical juices and cinnamon bitters) poured freely, as yelpers scanned the little piece of Nawlins in Boston's Back Bay. Red flourescents flooded the floor, along with tappy toes twerkin' it to DJ Big Chicago Reggie Beas retro bass lines. Storyville's kitchen, helmed by local legend Louis DiBiccari, circulated samples of their eclectic menu, including chilled poached shrimp, creamy chickpea fritters, beef sliders, goat cheese and jam, croquettes and more.
Legend has it the space is haunted, so we invited the Paranormal Research Association of Boston to hang with us, poke around for poltergeist and spectrometize the party! Hidden cameras caught sights of all appropriateness and the night-vision video will be released post-haste. Afterwards, the good folks from The Boston Globe invited us to crash the adjacent Bordello Room for their first night of 16th Birthday pop-up parties. Don't mind if we do.
Your Six-Legged Freaks,