The second night of the haunted house is over and in the books. My feet hurt. I feel muscles I forgot I had. I think I’ll be washing eye liner off my face for a week.
Yesterday was busy. We went out to Slightly BiggerTown as planned. Our first stops were hunts for Halloween clearance. We didn’t find much. I found some eye lashes I wanted to use for my costume, but not much else in either store. We bought groceries and went out for lunch before heading back home to TinyTown. Shawshank put on Law & Order and I napped on the couch.
Shawshank and I were invited to a “cast dinner” thing last night before everyone headed to the bar. We showed up for a few minutes after dinner at home, and then left after a few minutes. It was less dinner and socializing and more putting on makeup, and I can do that at home. I applied my face from the comfort of the living room. Shawshank made a batch of spiked hot chocolate: peppermint schnapps instead of Bailey’s this time.
At the appropriate time, we grabbed our things and walked up to the bar. We brought chairs last night, and set up by the side door of Shawshank‘s shop. I had smoked a whole bowl’s worth of what I call “the dancey stuff”, so I was in rare form. I treated Shawshank, and by extension several other people, to Susan Sarandon’s part of “Damn It, Janet”. Roughly five minutes into spinning, I slammed one of the poi heads directly into my vape, shattering it.
The old hag escorting people through the first part of the line expanded my backstory.
Last night, not only was she telling people that I was her granddaughter, but I was also deaf and a pyromaniac. The only reason the poi weren’t on fire was because we couldn’t bribe the town. “Set fire to one cat, and they don’t let you come back”, she said.
She told everyone this bit.
Every.
Single.
Person.
Once, with a particularly curious group who seemed more interested in me than her, she yelled at them.
“DON’T WAVE AT HER SHE’S DEAF!”
the old hag
I promptly dropped a poi.
My plan for last night was to take more breaks and maybe stay a bit later than Friday. The hag would bring “guests” to the entry tent about every three minutes, and people would only see me for about a minute of that time. Unfortunately for my poor body, I don’t rest when I have the poi in my hands.
Today, I don’t plan on doing anything more strenuous than assuming a human form to go to Shady Acres for dinner. We slept in a little this morning, but I had been up and in a light doze since about 5am. The cats are sleeping, Shawshank has a load of clothes in the washer, and it’s time to act like a person.
