By Jared Cline
Halloween at Truman is a time I look forward to year after year, almost entirely for this reason: you get to see just how crazy your fellow students are. On any other day, that guy or gal in the SUB is your typical college-age specimen: a sweat-pant wearing, backpack hoisting schoolwork slave wandering from one food station to another, trying to decide whether they want the pile of grease that looks like a pizza or the pile of grease that looks like a hamburger. The only way they might stand out to you is if they were to collide with you directly on their way to the cash register, spilling the armful of sides and condiments they were attempting to balance onto your favorite sweatshirt. Come Halloween, however, the situation is refreshingly different; drab garments are abandoned in favor of elaborate Mad Hatter outfits that look like they were purchased off the Mad One himself; ghouls and goblins wander the streets, texting; and blood-spattered, somnambulist zombies cut you in line at the cafeteria, emboldened by their gruesome getup. But what’s even better than seeing all these festively adorned folks meandering around campus, as entertaining as that is, is seeing about 100 of only the most enthusiastic among them willingly cramming themselves into a living room to groove to your beats.
This past Halloween, I had the opportunity to experience this first-hand, at the party aptly named “Rave to the Grave.” The combination of the multi-colored headless horseman photo on the Facebook event page, perfect weather for traipsing hither and thither, and the promise of a dancing ‘til dawn drew in one of the most packed houses I have seen in my college experience. Music began at the stroke of midnight, so I was there at 11:30 to set up my equipment and enjoy a brief moment of tranquility. The host of the party was expertly disguised as David Bowie, so I kicked things off with “Dance the Magic Dance” from Labyrinth, and then followed it up with some Halloween favorites – Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’s “I Put a Spell on You” and Bo Diddley’s “Bo Diddley Meets the Monster” – to generate a spookier mood.