last night i stayed up watching 'house of wax,' a typical movie to come on at 1:30 on a friday night. i was in the mood to watch a meaningless, bad, slasher flick, and although the movie was as crappy as horror films go, it had all the classic elements i was craving: the good vs. evil theme; a crazy, small town back story; elaborate, gory scenes; suspense and the surprise at the end -- that it wasn't completey 'the end.' there's just something about those movies that bend the rules just a bit; you don't want to watch, but you can't stop watching.
afterwards, i went upstairs to brush my teeth when i heard something. i peeked out of the bathroom and saw my husband wasn't in the bed. i heard movement in the kitchen and then footsteps on the stairs, so poked my heat out slowly... to be met by a ghostly shadow in the dark (who turned out to be my husband). i jumped and then laughed, because i knew the look on my face was priceless.
note to self: don't watch scary movies alone after dark.
in other news, tonight i'm in national harbor with the family. it's non-horror tonight.
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