Costumes. Strobe Lights. Halloween Weekend in Detroit.
WOW. What a time to be alive in Detroit.
This past weekend felt like the Halloween special of Detroit, the series- all of the main characters were out to play and dressed to impress.
The ladies and I set out for El Club around 11:30 p.m. on Friday night to see the Black Noi$e Yeezy Tribute. When we got to the club, the line was around the block. We decided it wasn’t worth the wait after Kay gave an inspirational speech, declaring that we will NOT wait in line in Detroit because "this IS NOT L.A. or a big city, this is OUR CIT".
City Club was the epitome of a costume rave. It felt like partying inside Erebus Haunted House with a club full of sexy angels and demons. Partygoers were throwing mad looks, Halloween is no joke in Detroit. It was a night for local celebrities and socialites. Everyone was wearing their best party personalities and aesthetic-accentuating costumes.
City Club went all out with the decorations. On the main stage, inflatable flailing ghosts surrounded performers on stage. The dancing ghosts in combination with the pulsating strobe and mix of costumes made the dance floor feel otherworldly.
Walking through the club, neon DIY decorations gave the venue a very Berlin vibe. On the far side of the club, a more lowkey dance floor played house music.
The party went on well past 4 a.m. before people dispersed to their various afters.
I woke up Saturday afternoon and recovery-brunched with my one of my favorite people in the world, Darin, at Mudgies. Even Mudgies felt extraordinarily fall this weekend. The ivy covering the old brick building was changing colors with the season and a haunted house soundtrack was playing throughout the restaurant.
After brunch a nap was in order, I made the mistake of diving into Season 2 of Stranger Things with plans to CROSS THE BORDER IN AN HOUR to make an appearance at the Border City Living Party, in Windsor. Needless to say, I fell asleep for way too long and woke up at 1:30 a.m. in a panic with the same sensation of sleeping through work.
My original plan for the night was Border City Living, Haute 2 Death, and finish the night at Dia De Los Muertos but Haute 2 Death ended 30 minutes later, at 2 a.m.
I threw on my vintage military jumpsuit, splashed some glitter on my face, and called an uber.
When I got to the promoted address, 6545 St. Antoine, a woman redirected me to a new address on Oakland Street . (Could this sound any more like the show Skins). I walked into a seemingly vacant building, TO FIND THE BEST DANCE PARTY EVER.
It was a top-notch party thrown by Anthony Jasper. The venue felt more like a large loft than a warehouse, who knew such a gem of a space is tucked away on Oakland. Even the bathroom was a dance party. Parallel played live for the first time ever, in the lounge, separating the restrooms from the dance floor.
I had a magical moment of pure appreciation for life with my soul sister, Mahala, as we danced the night away.
Waking up on Sunday morning with a smile, I picked my friend, Kay Halloween-Queen Cirocco, up for brunch at Kelly’s Bar to rehash the insane amount of things that happened in the past 48 hours.
When done right, party weekends in Detroit are a vacation in and of themselves that feel like clubbing in Berlin. Clear your schedule for the weekend and have fun party-hopping without responsibilities.
Rejuvenate your soul on the dance floor, hug your friends, and flirt with your crush. Good drama makes life fun.
Detroit, I love you