The time has come once again when we all strap on our poorly-planned-out costumes. It is only Wednesday after all, and we had a midterm last week, another this week, and two next week. It’s time to brave the cold October night all for the sake of kicking off Halloweekend at Hallowoads.
When I tried to buy my Hallowoads ticket a few weeks ago, the website told me I could not purchase one if I did not live in the state of Connecticut. One of my friends insisted I email Toads to resolve the issue.
“Bella, you just have to email Kayla.”
“Who the fuck is Kayla.”
“Kayla, of Toad’s Place. kayla@toadsplace.com”
Like the sucker I am, I emailed in perfect corporate speak.
Hello Kayla!
I hope you are doing well. I was just wondering if there was any way to fix the issue on Etix that my friends and I are running into? It seems we cannot purchase our tickets because our billing addresses are outside the state of CT.
Thank you!
Best,
Isabella Panico
As my friends like to remind me, Halloween is one of the three times a year Yale goes hard, and Hallowoads has always been the inaugural event. This is why we spend 17 dollars to stand in that sweat-filled black box and desperately ask in our group chats if anyone is selling an extra ticket.
It’s tradition. If there’s anything Yale loves, it’s tradition. YSO, The Game, First-year Formal, The Naked Run, Spring Fling, and the list goes on.
But Hallowoads is a return to true Yale tradition that embraces Toads Place with open arms on the day it was intended—Wednesday. Toads Place itself is a New Haven institution. According to their website, Toads is Connecticut’s premier nightclub, “where legends play.” It’s no secret either: plastered along the nightclub’s walls are images of Bon Jovi, Bob Dylan, and The Rolling Stones, who have all taken the stage at the black box. But, on Wednesdays, the venue only opens itself to Yale students.
Toads emanates a particular charm on Hallowoads that is hard to ignore. In my freshman year, the heavyweight crew team, dressed like minions and got wasted off penny drinks, then formed a mosh in the center of the dance floor. Inevitably, you’ll run into every BNOC (big name on campus) and get pushed around by some sweaty people for two hours.
You’ll leave thinking why did I bother? But we’ll all be back next year because we love the tradition.
