Every Day Should Be A Holiday
The past few weeks have been incredibly busy. After Reno—which was a great success—it seems like I’ve been going non-stop. A week before Halloween I went to the most awesome haunted house I've ever visited. This place wasn’t your typical haunted house where people in rubber masks jump out at you, this place was an interactive insane asylum you had escape. And it was the most fun I’ve had in years. I drove out to Manor, Texas, with my friends Adam and Rachel. We had to buy our tickets in advance and had to go on a Thursday because the other nights were already sold out. And you can only go in groups of six or less. They start you off by sitting you in a lobby type area where “patients” come talk to you. One large man wearing clown makeup wrote my name on top of my head. After a while a “nurse” calls your group and you begin your tour but first they have you take some “medicine” and then things get weird. Lights start flashing, the room starts spinning, and then large bunny rabbits start coming up to you and threatening you. As you make your way down the hallway, an “inmate” gets your attention and you have to follow her through a good hour of chaos, exploding toilets, dead bodies, blood, psychotic doctors, giant spiders, and homicidal children. At almost every turn you and your group have to make choices about which way to go and what to do so you can all escape alive. By the end of the tour everyone is covered in gore and pumped up on adrenaline. And the best part? It’s all done by volunteers and all the money goes to finding a cure for breast cancer. I can’t wait for next year. Check out their website at:
For Halloween a bunch of us planned on driving down to the Renaissance Festival outside Houston but the extreme weather kind of ruined that. Kind of. The day before Halloween it rained so hard that it was basically a repeat of Memorial Day. There was even a tornado warning. A lot of folks I know east of I-35 got flooded or evacuated or both. The tornado warnings covered the area of the festival too. So instead of driving down to my motel on Friday, I ended up helping a buddy take care of his floors after the flood. I drove down on Saturday instead and got there around lunch time. And you know what? It was a total blast. We didn’t get any rain or anything. Just good times. And there were so many great costumes and shops, I felt like I could spend the whole weekend there. I don’t even think I got to see everything it was so big. I may even try to go again before the season ends.
And as if that wasn’t enough this weekend was the start of Wurstfest!
And I love Wurstfest.
Wurstfest happens every fall down in New Braunfels and is a large celebration of German culture—beer, sausage, music, beautiful and detailed steins, and more beer! Every year I have an amazing time at Wurstfest. I can’t wait to go again!
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