Missy, Ryan, Natalie and I (Ryan and Natalie are relatively new in my life. But Ryan already proposed and I accepted) went to Camp Fear at Riverpark West in the BFE area of Omaha. It was awesome. Basically this campground charges $5 to get in and then you cozy up to a fire pit (you can bring your own wood or buy stacks from them) and they showed three horror flicks on a big screen.
Friday night's movies were Fright Night, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Nightmare on Elm Street. All cheesy, 80's fun. But, you know me...I was nervous about blood and guts.
Well, I worried for nothing because there was literally one drop of blood in all three movies. But I was also very distracted by the campfire (I knocked one of the logs loose and almost started a forest fire), eating my body weight in marshmallows and watching Ryan invent "smoreos" (a marshmallow and an Oreo melted by the fire).
The movie I was the most scared about was Nightmare on Elm Street. When I was a kid, I begged my dad to let me watch this. He warned me I would be scared, but I insisted. Finally he gave in, but told me I had to sleep in my own bed that night. Well, of course I watched it and of course it scared the shit out of me, and of course I didn't sleep for months. But now that it's 30 years later...it only kept me up for one night.