October 6, 2007

on big hair and being scared...

I saw some disturbingly large hair this morning. It's way too early to do the whole straight-face thing. This woman was reminescent of some sort of 80's hair band, and I really wanted to say something constructive about it, because you know everywhere she goes people are like, "Dude. Hair. Wow."

"Ma'am. Please. Do something. Anything. For the love of all things holy, please."

It's upsetting.

I went to Knott's Halloween Haunt on Thursday. For those of you who know me, you'll understand just how much of a feat this actually was. By nature, I do not like being scared. Movies (walked out of Saw after the first twenty minutes made me want to curl into the fetal position and cry), TV shows (Unsolved Mysteries used to give me nightmares), people hiding behind corners at work (which happens more than my soul appreciates), and so on and so forth. Mostly because of the fact that I'm scared of quite non-scary things, due to an overactive imagination. So, the fact that I was able to walk around a dark, foggy theme park that was swarming with people in very, very realistic bloodied costumes carrying around chainsaws...was impressive. When we first walked in, and we were in the midst of several corpses walking around trying to make me pee my pants from fear, I had a moment of, "Sweet moses, I can't physically take this OMG GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW BEFORE I HAVE A STROKE PLEASE." But after the initial shock, it was okay. I'm still a little impressed with myself. I even went into several of the mazes, and although I clung desperately to the husband and tried my best to chant Disney music in my head, I survived without too many genuine scares. At the end of one maze, it was all dark and quiet and I was just nearing the end, and out of the rafters (literally) some creepy monster-esque thing flies right at me. Yeah, not cool. I'm assuming he was attached on some sort of bungee, because he totally dropped from the ceiling and then (after making me scream at the top of my lungs in absolute terror) bounced right back up into his dark corner. Cheap shot.

And not emotionally gratifying.

Anyway. It was fun - and I enjoyed the randomness of it all. It's not something I think I would have done a couple years ago. But, alas, I have grown up. Or something...

PS: Windy days make me happy.


  1. wow! You are brave!! Last time I went in a haunted house I freaked out and screamed and ran... lost a shoe. They had to get everyone out and turn on the lights to find my shoe while I sat outside crying. Yeah.. definitely a baby over here!

  2. We go to the haunted corn maze every year. And every year, one of the teenagers working the thing always stands a little too close to me - and I start threatening him. Last year I punched one of them in the arm. . . I completely understand about the not wanting to go to haunted mazes!


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