I'm still undecided as to what my plans are for the evening. I might just go low-key and hit up a small house party. Or I might treat it like any other Wednesday and meet up with some friends for a drink at Azia. One thing I do know: I'm making myself scarce at home so as not to be confronted by angry children. I neglected to buy Halloween candy for the trick-or-treaters, so it's lights out, lock all the doors, and sneak out the back for me tonight.
Tonight is the last night of the Soap Factory's Haunted Basement. Now, a word on this from a veteran (as in, I went on Friday so here's my take): GO EARLY and wear comfortable shoes. They're now giving out wristbands to the first 240 people in line, and only those people will be able to buy tickets. Matt and I showed up around 7 and got in line just in time, since the exhibit sold out at 7:30. We were told that it would be another hour and a half before we would get in, so we walked down to Aster Cafe for tea and treats. We walked back about an hour and fifteen minutes later, only to wait in line for approximately another hour.
Subjected to standing on a concrete floor--there are chairs, but since everyone has been waiting just as long, you feel the urge to nudge along on your feet and not to make one tiny wayward movement at the risk of losing your place in line; the words "angry mob" come to mind--and an experimental noise band making spooky "music" for the duration, I was kind of over the haunted basement by the time we got to the front of the line. This was only compounded by the fact that were were paired up with another two-some, and one of the members of that party was obnoxiously drunk. Matt politely said that the guy "dampened the experience" for him, but I'll state the facts: the dude was a complete d-bag. He was harassing the performers and mocking the displays, pretty much taking all of the scariness out of it.
I don't get jumpy at haunted houses, but the media swell for this one had me a little on edge; I'm sure that if Matt and I had navigated the basement on our own, we would've both been completely freaked out, despite the long and uncomfortable wait (did I mention the band was so loud we were yelling into each other's ears?). But Drunky McD-Bags pretty much killed that possibility.
In conclusion, the Soap Factory's Haunted Basement is a damn scary 10-minute ride. Just do your best to go in a group of four and be prepared to wait in line. For a really long time.