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we're just finishing up at the haunted house (Netherworld, Dawson Blvd., the road parallel to 85N just past Spaghetti Junction.) on Nov. 4, We get really silly by the end of the season. We've stopped going for the serious scares (Now.... you die!) and we're going for the freaky ones (One guy screams "I want my pony!" from time to time, one girl was whipping a guy in the jail cells and screaming "who's your zombie?" and they had two of the aliens 69-ing until the boss came and took them apart). I myself was doing the 'actor above' last night, where I have two big monster hands and I was having a lot of fun bringing them down on either side of a customer's face, while screaming "Squish your head!"
I also flipped off 19 hats. Plus 4 almost. :)
Every once in a while we get bored. (Ok, we get bored a lot!) and someone will start a scream, a wolf howl, a maniac laugh, and one by one we all add on. Someone always cracks, "Ah, de childlen uff de night, vat beautiful muzic dey make." Ok, it's me, I admit it. ;) It rises into this chorus and fades away. Sometimes it's like we're prisoners trapped in our "holes" speaking in a weird code (I'm not out here in the dark alone, am I?) We do it almost every night at opening, almost like a warm-up. You have to be ready to do some shouting and screaming to work there!
It's great for when you're feeling aggressive, too. Once, I was really mad at someone and I spent the night as the "swamp witch" character, cursing all the customers. "I'll eat your brains and leave your rotting corpses to the zombies!"
The theme of this year's house is "buried alive." So it's concentrated on death! Wow, what an idea, huh? We have a graveyard, mausoleum, funeral parlor, a creepy trophy room, torture chambers, mad scientists reanimating corpses, and zombies EVERYWHERE. Our "zombie dance" was the "best skit" winner at this year's Dragon*Con Masquerade, so you know we kick ass.
Tonight me and my Beloved went to the Samhain concert by Emerald Rose a local Celtic Band, based out of Dahlonega. Clyde, the bassist/percussionist, actually lives only a few miles from me in Decatur. You can hear them live on mp3.com. You can see what they look like (Clyde, Logan, Larry, Arthur) at emeraldrose.com (duh).
My Beloved is SO perfect, and it's so funny that he doesn't think so. He taught me to like myself, to laugh at myself, he's always had my utmost admiration and respect, and has been such a role model for me. He says my standards are too low. If they are, I like where they are ANYWAY.
It is sad though, to think he's treated me better than any boyfriend I've ever had. Not that he's not great, but to think that all the others have not done the things that I thought showed love, but I stayed with them anyway... what's up with that?
He always feeds me, since he found out I liked it, as well as bringing me little things, like single roses, or the necklace he gave me. He lets me wear his t-shirts. He insists I send him e-mail saying I got home safe, and always remembers to send his. He writes me email every day, even if he only has time to say 'love you.' He talks about the future, dances with me, sings to me.
Maybe he's perfect, or maybe it's because I was watching him so intently to find out what love looked like, I still think he does it just right 18 years later.
But there are more private things, too. It's almost like we have our own language, one we taught each other in high school. We make frequent references to things we've shared in the past. Someone brought up D&D tonight, and I kissed him because he was the person who invited me to and DM'ed my first D&D game. And he knew WHY I was kissing him, too. Having a past with someone is so important to me, I can't imagine starting over again.
He smells like salt and sand to me, like the beach on a good day. Of course it didn't hurt that his favorite cologne in high school was Polo, which smells like cedar wood to me, my favorite scent. Until recently, he was wearing Quorum, which he said is supposed to evoke leather and tobacco and ... something? according to the people who market it. It's nice, too. But smells like pine trees to me! But leather.... hey, leather is a good smell. But he bought some Polo and wears it for me, and that makes me happy. Although I'd be happy if he wore no scent at all, too, but he's not willing to go that far. He thinks he stinks. Silly boy. :)
I was so self-conscious as a child, Stan was really the first person who showed me how to poke fun at myself, by poking fun at Himself, and then talking me into poking fun at him, like "see, it didn't hurt!" and eventually poking fun at me back. If he says something to me that makes me think I've disappointed him, I go all quiet, but most of the time, he'll just tease me back out of it, and I can't stay upset. We put our past behind us by laughing at it. We gently correct ourselves and each other and bring ourselves closer. Most people don't understand it. Most people don't know about it, because when we talk to other people about each other, we never talk about each other's faults, if we are even aware that they might exist to talk about!
He told his kids at school I was 'the coolest person he knew' and called me his 'muse,' which thrilled me. I told the Grove members I met at the concert that I was madly in love with him and I don't know what all.
I am. Madly in love, that is. Without a doubt. Monogamy is becoming less theoretical and more certain. There is nothing I want to do without him, participating, sharing, encouraging, or just standing back and watching me make an idiot out of myself. :) I can't imagine anything in my life that's ever been so right.
I also flipped off 19 hats. Plus 4 almost. :)
Every once in a while we get bored. (Ok, we get bored a lot!) and someone will start a scream, a wolf howl, a maniac laugh, and one by one we all add on. Someone always cracks, "Ah, de childlen uff de night, vat beautiful muzic dey make." Ok, it's me, I admit it. ;) It rises into this chorus and fades away. Sometimes it's like we're prisoners trapped in our "holes" speaking in a weird code (I'm not out here in the dark alone, am I?) We do it almost every night at opening, almost like a warm-up. You have to be ready to do some shouting and screaming to work there!
It's great for when you're feeling aggressive, too. Once, I was really mad at someone and I spent the night as the "swamp witch" character, cursing all the customers. "I'll eat your brains and leave your rotting corpses to the zombies!"
The theme of this year's house is "buried alive." So it's concentrated on death! Wow, what an idea, huh? We have a graveyard, mausoleum, funeral parlor, a creepy trophy room, torture chambers, mad scientists reanimating corpses, and zombies EVERYWHERE. Our "zombie dance" was the "best skit" winner at this year's Dragon*Con Masquerade, so you know we kick ass.
Tonight me and my Beloved went to the Samhain concert by Emerald Rose a local Celtic Band, based out of Dahlonega. Clyde, the bassist/percussionist, actually lives only a few miles from me in Decatur. You can hear them live on mp3.com. You can see what they look like (Clyde, Logan, Larry, Arthur) at emeraldrose.com (duh).
My Beloved is SO perfect, and it's so funny that he doesn't think so. He taught me to like myself, to laugh at myself, he's always had my utmost admiration and respect, and has been such a role model for me. He says my standards are too low. If they are, I like where they are ANYWAY.
It is sad though, to think he's treated me better than any boyfriend I've ever had. Not that he's not great, but to think that all the others have not done the things that I thought showed love, but I stayed with them anyway... what's up with that?
He always feeds me, since he found out I liked it, as well as bringing me little things, like single roses, or the necklace he gave me. He lets me wear his t-shirts. He insists I send him e-mail saying I got home safe, and always remembers to send his. He writes me email every day, even if he only has time to say 'love you.' He talks about the future, dances with me, sings to me.
Maybe he's perfect, or maybe it's because I was watching him so intently to find out what love looked like, I still think he does it just right 18 years later.
But there are more private things, too. It's almost like we have our own language, one we taught each other in high school. We make frequent references to things we've shared in the past. Someone brought up D&D tonight, and I kissed him because he was the person who invited me to and DM'ed my first D&D game. And he knew WHY I was kissing him, too. Having a past with someone is so important to me, I can't imagine starting over again.
He smells like salt and sand to me, like the beach on a good day. Of course it didn't hurt that his favorite cologne in high school was Polo, which smells like cedar wood to me, my favorite scent. Until recently, he was wearing Quorum, which he said is supposed to evoke leather and tobacco and ... something? according to the people who market it. It's nice, too. But smells like pine trees to me! But leather.... hey, leather is a good smell. But he bought some Polo and wears it for me, and that makes me happy. Although I'd be happy if he wore no scent at all, too, but he's not willing to go that far. He thinks he stinks. Silly boy. :)
I was so self-conscious as a child, Stan was really the first person who showed me how to poke fun at myself, by poking fun at Himself, and then talking me into poking fun at him, like "see, it didn't hurt!" and eventually poking fun at me back. If he says something to me that makes me think I've disappointed him, I go all quiet, but most of the time, he'll just tease me back out of it, and I can't stay upset. We put our past behind us by laughing at it. We gently correct ourselves and each other and bring ourselves closer. Most people don't understand it. Most people don't know about it, because when we talk to other people about each other, we never talk about each other's faults, if we are even aware that they might exist to talk about!
He told his kids at school I was 'the coolest person he knew' and called me his 'muse,' which thrilled me. I told the Grove members I met at the concert that I was madly in love with him and I don't know what all.
I am. Madly in love, that is. Without a doubt. Monogamy is becoming less theoretical and more certain. There is nothing I want to do without him, participating, sharing, encouraging, or just standing back and watching me make an idiot out of myself. :) I can't imagine anything in my life that's ever been so right.
