I felt like a pinball, bouncing around King Street, starting at Torch to watch the beautiful ladies get painted. Then I ducked into 52.5, the Silver Dollar, and Chai’s, but the streets were dead. I thought I’d gotten the date wrong. Time for the apocalypse? Around 10 p.m., I walked into AC’s and got through half a beer before being distracted by the roar. During that time, costumed citizens had filled the streets like zombies and were pouring into every locale in celebration of All Hallow’s Eve. I hit the streets to catch the scene where apparently most folks dumped mad dough rather than creativity into their costumes. Political costumes ranked high this year. I caught a second of Dante’s Camaro at Charleston Beer Works, but before I knew it, I was sucked into the vortex of the Upper Deck Tavern, and had to cut my Halloween parade short to do a haunted shuffle from there straight to Vickery’s. So who took home the $1,000 grand prize for best costume? Chop, chop. It was Edward Scissorhands. —Svetlana Minx