Dad and Uncle Andy hit the Frightdome again. Rosie goes for the first time. This was the first time we didn’t get there before the doors opened. That was a Good Thing and a Bad Thing. It was good because we sailed through the line. The Bad Thing was the Parking Garage, but more on that later.
The folks at Frightdome recommend that kids under 12 should stay away. Adults with heart conditions should avoid it as well. That benched Jamie which was a disappointment. But sensible. Standing in line, Rosie was cool as ice with giggly excitement simmering underneath. As we got closer she dutifully read The Rules. Over 12, check. Not pregnant, check. No weapons,check. No face masks, check. No lighters, check.Damn Frightdome is getting to be a drag. I tossed my pocket junk on the table and got wanded. I did not take out my flashlight because that was verboten as well and I needed it. Beep, beep,beep. I’m through. No wait. Security girl eyes my shark shaped bottle opener on my key chain as deems it a weapon. Shit. I’ve had that for decades. Now I’m going to lose it. I protest the call and the other security types says it’s just a bottle opener and I get to keep it. In the other line, Rosie gets jacked up for the buttons on her hat. Oh no, They have pins. You can rake someone’s throat open with a lapel button. yeah right. Security Dude is cool and tells her to hide them in her pocket. Sweet. We’re in.
Frightdome is ranked fifth nationwide for the best haunted house in the country. The rest of the year it’s the Adventure Dome at the Circus Circus Hotel and Casino. For Halloween they turn off the lights and crank up the smoke machines. People with COPD stay home. When you first walk in you can’t see shit. They’ve got lasers and spotlights going to further confuse you. They give you a map at the door but it’s useless. No wait. I brought a flashlight. There are Zombies and other freakish um…things wandering around scaring the unsuspecting victims. There are five haunted houses to visit and magic acts to watch. The first year we went they had they actual set pieces from the movie “Saw”. Scary as shit. This year it’s zombies.
They have this Internet thing so first order of business was to post a picture to Facebook.
Zombie midget tried to cut Rosie’s hair with a pair of big plastic yellow scissors. The actors can’t touch you and you aren’t supposed to touch them. No hair was harmed during this blog post.
So by now you’re thinking, “This isn’t so scary.” Oh yeah. Well try this on for size. In amongst all the zombie decor. Dead bodies. Monsters. Statues of giant spiders. Our attention was directed to this….
Yes, that’s a flesh and blood actress and she scared the shit out of me. Hire the handicapped, they’re fun to watch.
They closed the Frightdome at midnight and our footsore but happy party trudged out to the parking garage.
Security dude was bitching that we were taking pictures. That was a Frightdome first. Why park the vehicles there if you can’t take pictures, They had “Christine” there too but NO PICTURES. Asshole.
Did I mention the Parking Garage? There was no traffic control. We couldn’t even back out of the spot. But we deployed our iRosie. She told the guys in the next car to chill while Dad backed out. It then took us 40 minutes to get out of the building and back on the street. Jeez.