CORN MAZE = LOVE.

17Oct09

So it’s Friday night. And what do we do? Party it up? Break out the alcohol and let the good times roll? Nope. We Mapquested the nearest corn maze, piled into Shannon’s rust bucket of a car, and took off. Don’t judge.

I’ve got to say, corn mazes are a basic necessity of life. When we got there, the first thing Shannon asked the owners was, “How often to go in there to make sure everyone’s out?” The five of us spent about half an hour looking for the first checkpoint. We stopped in the middle of it, stood in a circle, and had a picnic of pretzels and potato chips (because Laura came prepared with enough junk food to support a third-world country for a year — I brought about fifty cents and a dinky flashlight that might as well have been out of batteries for all the good it did). We were about to leave but the owner of the maze convinced us to stick around for the haunted one. I’m proud to say that I led the way, although I was holding Tori’s hand because we were so freaked out. There was a scarecrow that turned out to be a real dude (I peed a little… okay, not really, but it was close), and there was a guy with a mask and an axe right around the corner. And some lady in a black dress who followed us saying, “I’m Sarah Jane… why did you leave me? Why? WHY?” although this was slightly less scary than it should’ve been because Tori was like, “Hey, I know you! You were in my catechism!” Small town life, folks.

The best bit was the five of us huddled around a map in the kids’ maze trying to figure out where we were, while a group of little kids marched past us purposefully like they knew exactly where they were going. Good times. Afterward we went to McDonalds. It was a great feeling, driving around at night with the heat on high while we sang along to songs that we only sort of knew.

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