Frightdome 2013

Our annual trip to the Frightdome started off a little rocky.  Actually, it was totally fucked up, but they pulled their head out of their ass and made it our best trip yet.


The Problem

We decided to opt for the VIP Tour tickets this year.  Andy and I were NOT  up to fighting crowds and standing in line.  We were also escorting two teenage girls (my daughter Rosie and her friend Malia)  to this year’s event.  We had tickets for the 9pm tour but showed up when the gates opened at seven.  The nice lady on the phone for Frightdome walked me through the process on and said if we showed up early we would be given free fast passes to use while we waited for our tour. Cool.  I was “totally satisfied with this call”.

"We only do fast passes."
“We only do fast passes.”

We bought the tickets online at and printed those suckers up like we were told to. When we got there, the folks at the Will Call counter didn’t have a clue what our tickets meant.  They called for a “manager” to help us.  When he showed up he started grilling me about where I got these tickets.

  • Him:”Where did you get these?’
  • Me: “”.
  • Him: What’s your email?
  • Him: “What credit card did you use?’

I’m thinking, “WTF?”  With a thinly veiled threat he informed us that, “We’re getting a lot of these and they all come from the same email.”  Apparently he was implying that either we forged the tickets or were ripped off by a “third party”.  His tone was anything but pleasant.


Fat chance trying to light up with the lighters being FORBIDDEN.
Fat chance trying to light up with the lighters being FORBIDDEN.

I was already a little miffed because I had to surrender my lighter to the security amnesty bucket.  Something odd for an event that has a smoking area on their map. As “The Manager” got on his radio, I called the nice lady at  I asked her where she was and she said, “In an office.” Hmmmmm?  I explained what was going down and she said, “I’ll send someone right down.” At this point we were escorted out of the Frightdome by “The manager.”  “Fuck this.” I said, “I want my lighter back.  Rosie, get me my lighter.”  Rosie reaches down and snatches my lighter back.  “Security Chick” says, “You can’t do that.”  I say, “That’s  my daughter. That’s my lighter and we’re leaving.”  Security Chick has that “Deer in the headlights” look and our group heads outside. Andy’s upset because he thinks he’s  been fucked out of $400.

I’m telling “The Manager” to talk to the lady on my cell to straighten things out.  He doesn’t want to hear me out.  I say, “I guess we’ve been screwed out of 400 bucks.  You better fix this right now.”  He tells me to back off.  Andy tells me to back off.  I back off.  “Manager” suddenly adopts a pleasant tone of voice for the first time.  We get to hear his story about this “big problem” they’re having with the VIP passes.  Now I don’t care.  This is our only shot to do the Frightdome and things are going south.

Now “Manager Chick” shows up.  She’s pleasant and asks me what email I used.  I tell her.  She asks if I got an email with a confirmation code.  With the magic of my iPhone, I check my email. WA LA!! Here’s the confirmation code.  She tells “Manager”,  “They have the code, let them in”.  We then are lead back in the ticketing area.  “Security Chick” wants to wand us but “Manager” says, “They’re with me.”  We sail past Security Chick (with my fucking lighter) and she still has that “Deer in the Headlights” look.

Oh Boy. Now we’re paying customers and get to go into the Frightdome.  We hang out for about an hour and then head back down the huge flight of stairs to be 15 minutes early for our nine o’clock tour.  We go to the holding pen with other VIPS wait for our tour guide.  There are about ten of us on the tour.

i got the girls some light up head gear so we could track them in the dark and smoke of the Frightdome.
I got the girls some light up head gear so we could track them in the dark and smoke of the Frightdome.
This was our VIP tour guide.
This was our VIP tour guide.



All right!  Let’s get the show on the road.  With a hearty “Let’s go!”, our tour guide leads through the turnstiles.  Revving his chain saw, “Tour Guide” parts the crowd as he leads us to the first haunted house.  BUT….before we get there we get ditched.  Suddenly our little party and a nice couple are standing alone wondering where the fucking tour guide went.  Andy has the idea that we can catch them coming out of a house and we can rejoin the tour.  After three or so house exits we give up.  “Fuck this”, I say and we head back down the stairs AGAIN.

When we go through the turnstiles the crew working there greet us like long lost friends.  Another manager steps up to the plate.  He’s a 20ish young man named “Jason”.  He apologizes for our experience mentioning opening night SNAFUs.  He tells us to wait while he gets another guide.  As he talks to his radio I get the feeling he’s kicking ass and taking names.

The Solution

Licky split a new guide appears.  I recognize him as a clown that has worked the Dome in the past.  Jason introduces us to “Patch” and says we’re in good hands.  Indeed we were.  “Patch” explains that he will personally take us through the Dome and we won’t miss a thing.  Once inside, he asks us what we want to see first.  We tell him to pick a haunted house (there are six of them) and we’re moving.  Slowly. Patch makes sure we don’t get lost in the crowd.

"Patch" and the girls.
“Patch” and the girls.

At the first house, Malia isn’t up to going in and Patch stays with her while the rest of us dive in. At each house he tries to gently urge her to go in.  He’s really nice.  He has worked hard on these attractions and truly wants Malia to enjoy them.  But when she says no, no means no and he doesn’t question that.   After two more Malia gets her nerve on and goes on in.  She sure was scared but she Loved it. While we go along we learn that Patch has been in the business of scaring people for 18 years.  Eight of those designing and working the Frightdome.  He’s sharp and professional and really nice.  Every now and then he stops to let people take pictures of him.  We get to meet his clown friends. We get to see everything.

Patch and Malia.
Patch and Malia.
"Panda", I think.
“Panda”, I think.
“Buster” has a twelve inch mohawk.


I can’t give Patch enough Kudos.  He truly turned a bad situation around and made our trip to the Frightdome a memory of a lifetime.

Remember Jason? While I was wandering around trying to find the T-Shirt getting place Jason walked up to me, addressed me by name  and wanted to know if everything was OK.  He’s  Jason Egan the owner and CEO of Frightdome! Yeah, go back and click that link.

Did I mention that Rosie and Malia got to hang out with Doctor Who?
Did I mention that Rosie and Malia got to hang out with Doctor Who #9?
A Perfect Ending to a Perfect night with Rosie and I doing the Time Warp.
A Perfect Ending to a Perfect night with Rosie and I doing the Time Warp.


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Rosie Does the Frightdome

The Cat’s Out of the Bag- The Tumor is on the Table

Let’s Do the Time Warp Again




Rosie Does the Frightdome

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.


Evil clowns were mixed in with the zombies.


Another clown. Name His name was Stanley.


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.


Rosie did ask for directions to the haunted house from Freak Chick.


And pose for a picture.


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….

I’m on the record for screaming when she screamed.

Yes, that’s a flesh and blood actress and she scared the shit out of me. Hire the handicapped, they’re fun to watch.

Andy and Rosie after they  rode the roller coaster in the dark.


They closed the Frightdome at midnight and our footsore but happy party trudged out to the parking garage.

But first a quick pic of the Fright Hearse.

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.