I think I made two of my children very happy today. I THINK. Sometimes I have thunk it…and been wrong.
Instead of having lunch with my husband today as we do every Wednesday, it was time once again to donate blood at our local Rock River Valley Blood Center. It’s been 8 weeks, after all.
While registering, the lovely British woman behind the counter taking my information asked if I’d like free tickets to the Karnival of Karnage. In return for my blood, of course.
Said Brit gave me four tickets, and I promptly texted my girls to alert them to this fact. These are the same girls who gleefully drove to Great America, two hours away, for Fright Fest, the ones who rack up many, many dollars in rental fees for scary movies, and the ones I just took to see Paranormal Activity 3, where they were so mildly frightened that it was only mildly entertaining for them. (Me? another story. Thank goodness they were old underwear. I’m just sayin’.)
Although the girls were excited, my third child, however, won’t be as thrilled. He admitted to me the other day that on his last visit to a haunted house, only the very first scare was any fun. After that, the guy who waited around the corner to jump out at you, the monster who fired up the chainsaw in a dark corner, then ran at you with it, the dead woman in a tattered nightgown who spilled out of a fake coffin right as you walked by…they kind of combined into one surreal nightmare for him. Surplus scare. Excess evil. Too much terror.
And sometimes, as in my oldest child’s case, the imprint a haunted house leaves on your psyche scars you for life, and you’ll never visit another one again, no matter how pretty your date is. On those nights, you will find something “pressing” to do, so pressing that you can’t possibly attend the haunted house, like rearranging your sock drawer or snipping your toenails.
I won’t go, either. I will, however, watch a well written, clever, believable horror movie, although the entire time I hide behind a napkin with eyeholes.
I’m sure, then, it will just be the girls going to the Karnival. It’s open this Friday the 28th and Saturday the 29th, from 7:00 pm until midnight, at the “Boo”ne County Fairgrounds in Belvidere, IL.
I will NOT see you there. I have to, um, wash my hair that night.
Author’s note: My husband is up to 15 gallons of blood donated. He has been donating since he was 18 years old. He got a big black RRVBC umbrella today for his efforts. That, and my undying admiration.