A night out of reality and into the realm of the free spirited at Burn Nightclub’s Halloween party.
Why do we get so excited over Halloween, especially since it has its roots in Celtic history and has now become a largely American tradition? As we all know, notions of our identity and culture have largely been influenced and shaped by Globalisation partly created by media (which fuels the domination of American culture). So...there we go, there’s the very reason why we transform ourselves into images out of popular culture, and well, downright freakiness. Halloween is one night where we can distort reality and representation and become whatever our imaginations conjure up.
Burn nightclub recently hosted its annual Halloween night (its been proudly doing so for 10 years) with all of its faithful alternative crowd turning up. The whole of Durban was ablaze with excitement, as the Currie Cup rugby final between W. Province and the Sharks (with the Sharks winning!) happened to fall on the same night. This unfortunately meant waiting for an available cab for two hours in my skimpy outfit. I did not practice wearing heels for two weeks to be let down by rugby fans hogging the cabs in Durban.
When I finally got there, the division between reality and representation was broken. Burn had gone all our with its great décor, with bleeding heads, skulls and pumpkins greeting you as you made your way through another realm. Some of the highlights were the Vawter and Distell drink promos, bumping into old friends, the magic show (playing out to some very dramatic music) and of course, the best dressed competition. I always enjoy how much thought Halloweeners, at Burn put into their costumes. One of the cats from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical went purring about. Werewolves and vampires managed to be decent with each other, video game characters came to life and the SA bobsleigh team got some recognition by landing in the top 30 of the comp. Even an Adam Lambert lookalike made an appearance.
The exorcist girl though took the prize, winning the R1000 bar tab all while staying in character. She certainly set tongues wagging with her tongue wagging. Some great music was played throughout the night (on both dance floors) including Rammestein, Manson, even a Venga Boys classic which was unashamedly celebrated. With the hours dying away, I hit the dance floor and felt like a free spirit. The night ended once more with hustling for a cab (sigh), but with my ears ringing and the light patter of drizzle on my face, I never felt more alive than on an undead night.
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