Costumes, parties, costume parties, friends, little kids running around dressed up like super heroes and princesses, and for those of you who like to indulge, a little bit of candy once a year isn't such a terrible thing: everything in moderation, right?
We thought it would be fun to check in with some of our favorite teachers to see what Halloween tales they had to tell, and they did not disappoint. We want to hear from you too! After you're done perusing the zombies and Goddesses below, hit us up in the comment section with all of your stories: the good, the bad and the ugly.
"By far, dancing two years ago on the Pearl Street mall in a Thriller flash mob was the Halloween highlight of my life. I learned the dance and trained while teaching on the road with YouTube videos for five weeks until I could get home to rehearse with the other dancers. My students thought I was nuts, but some of them danced with me to the videos!
It was totally a dream come true since 1985 to be able to master the dance and perform it live with a bunch of great people in Boulder, CO. In the video I'm the one in the flapper outfit in the second row and also the smallest dancer, of course. And in the pic, I'm front and center in the ripped fish nets..."
"I absolutely adore Halloween and a chance to dress up. One year, I made my own costume and went as Kali—the goddess of death:"
"For whatever reason, Halloween is just not part of the regular programming here at the DYNYC. That being said, Sri Dharma has a regular habit of pulling pranks on the regular students and Center employees." ~Adam Frei, Program Manager & Director of Dharma Yoga
"Seven years ago, I showed up on Halloween at a friend's house to get ready. I walk in and see three fashionistas, all on their hands and knees, making homemade costumes, drinking wine, bumping to the music, chattering away. I try to get a read on what they're talking about but its impossible. Akin to gibberish. About two minutes of that and I'm like "Yo, its not THAT funny."
They're all laughing like they're going to wet their pants and trust me, its not that funny. Suddenly, it dawns on me. They're all tripping! Pass me those chocolate shrooms, girl!
Later, at the reliably lame Halloween party at a photographer's loft downtown, I meet this amazingly handsome guy. We are talking GORGEOUS: Italian, very tan, strapping, relaxed, affectionate…It was my first foray into dating a supermodel. I'm tripping (not on him, on the shrooms), so its all good, except that my fairy wings, fashioned out of wire hangers and Saran wrap, are getting in the way of a full-on make-out session we are putting together on the couch.
The night ends the way they always did, drunk, vainly searching for a cab, half your purse missing, smelling like a cigarette. I finally manage to find a cab and go home alone, with plans to meet Romeo the next night for dinner. I get to the restaurant, and he looks the same: edible.
I sit down and we start talking when I notice he's kinda…stopping moving, frozen in place, every couple of seconds. I'm thinking "Am I imagining this? Am I still tripping?". I watch some more, making polite sounds as I feel my attraction to him drain away. Suddenly, it hits me. He's VOGUEING, like he's in front of Herb Ritts, posing for a fast series of photographs! Its like watching a Madonna video, expect its a dude I made out with and he's not wearing a corset. Every two seconds, he freezes in a pose, still talking, and then does another one.
Needless to say, it was our last date. He was super-nice though."
"This photo should give you a pretty good idea of what is going to be happening at ZUDA Yoga studios during our Halloween classes. We're going 80s and hoping our community will join us! Heated vinyasa in neon attire—I guess we won't know until the 31st whether this experience is going to be good, bad or ugly!"