Originally posted 10-1-2011
Tonight,
my man wanted to go to the 13th Floor haunted house attraction over on
I-17 & Bell. He likes getting groups together, so it ended up being
him, me, a handful of kinky friends of ours, and a couple other local
pro ladies, Domina Bridget, Mistress Noir, Angela (the new girl I play
with during sessions) and some friends of theirs as well. I am NOT a
fan of haunted house attractions. I'm usually pretty grounded in
reality, but...not when it comes to those for some reason. And I HATE
zombies. I know they don't really exist, but I hate movies about them,
tv shows about them..anything. Even just watching previews for this
place on YouTube last night gave me nightmares. So, uhmm.yeah, I'm a
total pussy. Anyway, I was hemming and hawing about whether or not I'd
actually go in, vacillating between yes and no. Finally, I decided
"screw it, if I'm under the influence of enough substances, I'm sure I
can get through it." So, I started popping the Xanax like TicTacs on
the way there, and since Angela and I had to pee before we went in, we
walked over to Native New Yorker to use the facilities. I spied a bar
on my way in, and suggested we do a shot before going through. Angela
thought that to be a fine idea, so I did my favorite shot (Cuervo) and
she downed a Grey Goose shot, and off we went. By the time the rest of
our party arrived, I was feeling NO pain, or anxiety, or...anything
else.
We
go through the haunted house. And to my relief (disappointment?), it
was nothing. Really nothing. I'm pretty sure I'd have been fine
without the assistance of pharmaceuticals and alcohol. The sets were
nice, decorations were cool, but all it was was a bunch of people, one
after the other jumping out at you from behind stuff going "Boo!' Well,
not really "boo", but you get the idea.
Then, right after the haunted
house, there was the "Zombieland" attraction. You get in line, and
while you're waiting inside the building, every 10 or 15 minutes or so, a
dozen or so people dressed as zombies come out and do a dance # to
music. Yeah, dancing zombies. Cute, but, it definitely took the edge
off. When it's your turn to go inside, it's like a movie set of a
post-apocolyptic street scene, complete with real smashed cars and
stuff, and there are zombies jumping out at you from everywhere, and at
one point, you're led to run into a gun & ammo store, only to find
no guns and ammo, just more zombies. So, you run out. As we were
following the trail through a room somewhere, there was a pretty cute
guy chained to the floor using a really elaborate web-type chain-y
thing, and ....me being the perv that I am, all I could think was "Holy
fuck, that's HOT!!" Then towards the end, you actually have to run down
the street as zombies half-heartedly chase you, and that was kinda
fun. After we were all outside, I asked if I was the only one who
thought the zombie guy chained to the floor was hot, and I heard a
chorus of "No kidding! WOW!!" so I'm not the only perv out there.
After
that, we all went to Native New Yorker, and had a great time
socializing and drinking and chatting and munching and it was just a
really great evening.
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