the weekend just before halloween was entertaining. i'd bought a few odds and ends just in case i made it to an event for dressing up- no one i knew was really in the mood. i got a wee bit of a celebration in, however, when J, marissa, and derek met at my place and we headed out for freak parks unknown. took us a while to find the one we were looking for, but we weren't disappointed. after paying a hefty fee of $25 each, we were given entrance to 3 haunted houses and one haunted hay ride. each had a different theme, including one which was 3-D. squeamish though i am at frightening things, none were too terribly terrifying. J pulled me along and as we somehow managed to end up first of every group that went in, would often use me to shield him from anything jumpy.
J and derek decided to go on this ridiculous ride that spins you and throws you in the air so high it makes you feel like you left your stomach behind as you come back down. marissa treated me to some steaming hot cocoa as we watched the boys scream like banshees. when they came out, we ran to the next haunted house line. the boys were in a tither (or is it a dither?) about the possibility of J getting jumped. apparently, this big guy tried to get into one of the seats on the ride. the fellow in charge of the ride couldn't get the safety bar over the guy. J, trying to be funny, said: "I hope you fall out!" the fellow, NOT finding it funny, grumbled while the girlfriend chastized J for being an old man and picked on persons younger than he. as he was telling us this in the line for the next haunted house, he noticed the big guy and his girl in the line right in front of us. J tapped his shoulder to apologize, but the fellow wouldn't have any of that.
humbug.
after we got through all the haunted houses we could handle, J and derek convinced marissa and i to go on the ride with them. we did and it was as nauseating as i thought it would be. finally it was over, though, and the safety bars were released. marissa, looking a delicate shade of green, slid off her seat and beat it over to the side. i was a bit slower, unfortunately, and didn't make it off the seat before the other 6 riders chanted: One More Time. the safety latches lowered and i was stuck for another long nauseating spin. i felt my head about to pop off my shoulders and my stomach about to empty and just as i was close to passing out, the ride slowed. this time, before the ride even came to a stop, the chanting started up and the Ride Man sent us for another spin. three rides in a row. when we finally came to a stop (finally!), i was genuinely surprised i hadn't lost my lunch. i slid to the ground and we dizzily made our way to the car. as we drove home, every lurch in the road made my head spin and i felt sick, sick, sick.
what a great night.
the next day, sylvi came out for a few days. i was up bright eyed and ready for visiting early sunday morning when she sent me a text saying she missed her flight. she arrived much later in the day than either of us expected. even so, we had a great time putzing around town, getting good food, gossiping, and walking our socks off. that night we headed over to J's to watch the red sox kick some butt (as i have no cable) and eat leftovers. monday she had an interview to attend which was all very well as i had work. when she got back, we headed over to the 99 where we gossiped some more and were hit on by a man who jealously watched us share this volcanic chocolate cake sunday. mmm. headed back to my place for a little bollywood. we danced along to Bride and Prejudice and laughed at love's antics (particularly in the form of a gospel choir serenading the young love on a beach). we tried to get her in bed at a reasonable hour, but my suspicion is that she missed her return flight. i think she sneaked out the door around 5.30am and i could swear her flight left at 6. i won't know for sure, though, as she didn't wake me up before she go-go'ed.
ahoy!
