Thursday #14 – watching Tintin with DTM on Monday night we established there were no movies coming out this week that he hadn’t already seen while o/s so it was unlikely that this Thursday would see a return to free movies. Knowing this, I was able to make other plans for my Thursday night; so when Legs 11 suggested a ghost tour of the quarantine station I thought “well, why not?” – DTM declined the invitation (and probably for the best since the man did jump more than once during Green Lantern which I don’t think was meant to be particularly scary).
Work was a little stressful when M-Dizzle phoned to say she needed me to fill in a 6 page rental application and email it back to her before she and the boys went to inspect a house at 5pm. With no access to a scanner and no idea how much I earn this seemingly simple request was proving to be quite the challenge. After making up some figures (and apparently not very accurately – I am even poorer than I thought) I faxed it through to The Marge who scanned it and emailed it back to me so that I could email it to M-Dizzle. A bit too much effort for my liking and only the start of some ongoing rental dramas!
I got home from work and tried to figure out what to wear – as someone who regularly talks up my best dressed wins, I do struggle with the pressure of what to put on each day – and dinner at a nice restaurant followed by a walk through bushes and haunted buildings presents quite the outfit challenge. Finally it was time to head to Manly for a romantic dinner with Legs 11 and The Pre-Birthday Boy. The 3 of us enjoyed some lovely meals and a cheeky sav blanc before heading down to the wharf to meet our tour. We informed our trusty tour guide Bob that our friend Greenpeace would be a late addition to the tour after getting word of a last minute cancellation and he informed us of the importance of “white lighting” oneself to ensure no ghosts come home with you at the end of the night.
We spent the next 10 or 15 minutes wondering what we had gotten ourselves into and making pacts to not intentionally scare each other – The Pre-Birthday Boy was particularly nervous about what he had agreed to. The tour started off with a bit of a history lesson about the ordinary people who were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, before Bob locked us in a dark room as part of some “test”. He popped his head in at one stage and the 3 of us let out our first shriek/arm grab of the night. Greenpeace arrived and then it was time to walk into more dark rooms with more creepy stories as outside was going crazy with rain and lightning. Bob managed to scare us another couple of times by kicking props and pointing out where the ghosts were but at the end of the night I was slightly disappointed to not have had any run-ins with the ghosts myself. Bob had told us to open all our senses and that we might not see ghosts but instead we might feel them or smell them or hear them etc; but all I got was an overwhelming smell of crayons which I don’t think was particularly ghostly.
Bob described one cottage as his favourite place on the whole tour and we nervously and excitedly entered to find out just what was so special about it. Greenpeace was fairly sure she’d sensed something in a particular room and Bob then filled us in on the paedophile/rapist/murderer/grave digger who used to live there and likes to feel up the ladies on ghost tours. We were pleased to have survived the cottage without being hit on by a sleazy ghost but were wondering what it said about Bob that this was his fav place to hang… One of the final rooms we went into was a dining room where Bob told us they used to “share food, share stories, share diseases…great times!” and Legs 11 and I looked at each other and chuckled at his description of what constitutes a great time.
After a couple of hours it was time to leave but sadly we were caught in the middle of a storm. When we finally did get back to the car Legs 11 made sure she white lighted herself (though she insisted on using an actual white light rather than the one from the universe) before we drove home. Definitely a different Thursday and despite a shaky start at work it shaped up to be a pretty entertaining day.
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