Sometimes my life is a movie -- and not always a blockbuster hit. Every so often you stop and look around and the surreality of the moment washes over you. Tonight was one of those times.
See, it was, up until about two and a half hours ago, Friday the 13th here in the Midwestern United States. I'm not sure how the phrase "Friday the 13th" is interpreted worldwide, but here it's considered an unlucky day --- and when it falls in October, it's a little creepy to me, 'cos with the Halloween... good, I'm glad you're coming with me on that. So on this, a creepy, unlucky day, I spent my evening in a Halloween costume store. A closed Halloween costume store. A DARK, closed Halloween costume shop with demon masks and clowns and Zubov and Keaton -- two really frightening creatures (kidding, guys). Oh, and let us not forget the Psycho music playing in the background (literally -- it was from the Hitchcock classic).
Dark aisles with eerie masks, spooky toys that couldn't help but light up and try to make your blood run cold, and the chill inducing soundtrack -- why is this at all blogworthy? I guess it's not... I just found it oddly amusing that me and my buddies were in this type of store after hours, on Friday the 13th, and doesn't that seem like the beginning of some really, emphasis on really, bad horror flick -- "The Costume Shop of DOOM" or something similar?
I'm surprised we haven't been gutted by some hook man. But then the night is young. Oh wait, it's not. It's almost three in the frackin' morning.
And I'm tired. And it's way past my bedtime. And this wasn't the something with substance that I had promised you in my last post. That will be written soon. This was just another late night update of my exploits away from the land of dreamscapes.
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Sounds spookily fun! But what the hell were you and your pals doing in a closed Halloween store after hours???
ReplyDeleteI know you're tired, especially since it wasn't Kirby, but Keaton, that was in that store with you.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT's tired.
Deepest apologies to Keaton -- the post has been corrected above to reflect my actual companions in last nights' antics (for those joining us after the correction -- I mistakenly listed Kirby, not Keaton, as the pal alongside Zubov and I at the shop).
ReplyDeleteI'm just used to writing Zubov and Kirby's names together -- like frick and frack -- that in my deliriously fatigued state, it just came out that way.
Now if it HAD been Kirby, well that would have been truly frightening.
Just joshin' bro.
Wow, I am a frackin' demon. >;) 'Tis the season...