New York City. Halloween. The possibilities are endless. This year, Sleep No More captured my attention. Following the Halloween performances of this year’s show, the hotel hosted an Egyptian-themed party called The Curse of the Mummy.
Photo credit to Tod Seelie
Equipped with an open bar operated by beautifully toned, golden clad bartenders, The Curse of the Mummy didn’t have much of a shot at failure. Other nuances only served to enhance the party’s exotic theme, including a sand-covered dance floor, giant hieroglyphic drawings and what can best be described as a psuedo-tight-rope mummy. Packed with guests shrouded in every imaginable donning of the “bizarre of the bazaar,” Sleep No More’s The Curse of the Mummy easily created an intoxicating atmosphere conducive to the already supernatural feeling of the holiday itself.
Dancing on the sand, my belly filled with vodka cranberries and this elaborate scene surrounding me, you could have fooled me into thinking I was in Cairo. So when a handsome man in all black whisked me away to his personal villa, I went with it. What was I supposed to do?
