(Not That Scary) Adventures in New York City

I survived the haunted house. Once again, my imagination of what it could be was far worse than what it was. I had a glass of wine before we went, went to the bathroom when we got there, and looked the first vampire right in the eyes when he jumped out at me from the corner, mostly because he came right up to me and looked me in my eyes. I jumped a lot. I was a good audience member. By the third or fourth room it became just as much fun to taunt the scaries as it was for them to taunt you. Good bloody fun. Barring a Nightmare: Cockroaches or Nightmare: Enclosed Spaces, I'll go again.