20 October 2008

You Scared Me at Hello

Current mood: scared

I'm running through your veins
Like a habit you can't kick
Here's a secret confession
From a lifelong obsession
As I'm staring out your window pane
~ "Body Language and Bad Habits" by Just Surrender

So, last night G3 and I went to dinner and then to Scary Acres – a haunted "acreage" with 4 haunted attractions. I LOVE haunted houses. Though you wouldn't know it by the way I scream like a school girl while going through them. We started out with the Haunted House on the Hill. Just walking up the damn hill was creepy. Once in the house, however, my heart was racing. There were tons of twists and turns and mad people. I do fine with gore and ghoulish stuff – but mad people scare the bejeezus out of me.

We walked through one room where there were baby dolls nailed up all over the wall and a girl in bloody pajamas hopping around requesting quite loudly that we leave her room. Then I did what one should never do in these situations, I made eye contact with her. She jumped in my face and just started screaming. I flew back and slammed into the wall behind me and started telling G3 to get us the hell out of that room. Laughter ensued from everyone except the mad girl and me.

From there we went to the Dark Woods where some bad stuff went down – but luckily for us, 'Sam' the teenager behind us took the brunt of the abuse since the evil doers found out his name. He was definitely scared. Again, I did fine with all of them except the mad ones. Stupid mad people!

With half the attractions out of the way, we decided to head over to the Stalks of Terror, which was a maze of wheat or straw or something growing. I was just happy it wasn't a cornfield – because that wouldn't have been happening. No Isaac and Malachi run-ins for me. The maze was not inhabited by any character actors. Instead, it really was just a maze, but patrons would hide and try to scare each other – for fun. We were searching for the exit when I saw two girls coming down part of the path. I motioned for G3 to duck down and I crouched low and hid behind some wheat, waiting for their approach. Then, when the timing was right, I jumped up and . . . said, "Hi." WTF!?!? They looked at me with curiosity, and then walked past without a word. G3 was laughing. . . "Hi?" He asked. "Really? You hide in the Stalks of Terror then jump out and say, 'Hi'?" Needless to say, my attempt at being scary was not successful.

The rest of the evening, which included over an hour in line for the Master's Castle, included the frequent mockery of jumping out and saying, "hi"! Nice! My haunted legacy will consist of friendly greetings!

Overall, the night was a lot of fun – and I handled the scariness like a trooper. No tears or rocking back and forth begging for my mommy. Hopefully I'll get a few more haunted houses in before Halloween.

The rest of my weekend consisted of an amazing opera, tequila shots, vodka, steak, humus, more vodka, a hangover, Chinese food, screaming 2 year old, grilled cheese sandwiches, an emergency shopping trip, holding a girl's hand, drunk married guy hitting on me, finding a quarter, and quality time with Marcus Aurelius!

Peace Out!

PERSONAL NOTE: Still cannot believe it was only 10 bucks! A miracle!

CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Your present should arrive today or tomorrow. Wish I could have delivered it in person – for more reasons than one!

Eidetic Vision

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