SURPRISE!

Hello friends!

Suuuuuuuuper long time...no post.
We suck. I know. I know.

ALOT has been going on....and there will be a post to follow with some of adventures we have been on.
We went to Metallica. We went to Rochester (and saw TOOL). We threw a surprise party. We went to the lake. We met Nick Groff and Katrina Weidman (Paranormal Lockdown) and got to investigate with them in Massachusetts. Ya know...all casual things.

But today! Today we need to discuss something.

A few months ago, Christi and I finally made the leap and created our own paranormal group.
Devils Hour Paranormal.

We have created a Facebook...
Devils Hour Paranormal
We have created an Instagram...
@devilshourparanormal
We have created a Twitter...
@devilshourpara

And we are SUPER happy to announce that we will begin our own WEEKLY live podcast!
Once we have all of the information (links and such) we will be sure to update!
As of now...every Monday 8pm-9pm EST.
But tonight...we will be live 9pm-10pm EST.

Stay tuned!!!

Let The Good Times Roll.
-Amy

Hopefully The Gas Didn't Take Out Vanessa.

Well...hello there!

SUPER long time no talk.

Life gets in the way from time to time.

I did say to myself many times that I really needed to write one of these. I'd be like "Woah...I need to blog this." And then I didn't. And here we are. It's been months since a blog. I suck. I know.

But guess what?

I'm back.

WE are back.

What have we been up to?

Sit down. Grab a snack. Grab a beer. Let's take a shot and venture out on to this journey Christi and I call life.

So where did I leave off? I don't even remember.

How about I just start off with New Years and we go from there? Good? Good.

We, actually, had a pretty low key New Years. We spent the evening at my house. We played some pretty hysterical games with my parents.  Fun times were had by all. We watched the ball drop, and were basically in bed before 1am. Party animals, obviously.

Christi's birthday is January 7th, so we had to figure out what to do. Again...because we are party animals...we figured let's go rent a hotel room that has a whirlpool bath tub. Crack some beers, pop some wine, and really just relax. Our other friend went in on the room with me. She got there earlier in the evening to decorate. It came out awesome. Sloan met us there for a bit. We drank, ate some pizza, played some Cards Against Humanity and Heads Up. Again..we were in bed by like midnight. Our party animal status is really hitting an all time high in this post, huh?

Well...then we get to the day after we had this little hotel room shindig. My other friend also had a birthday the same weekend as Christi. Her husband was planning a little surprise 30th thing for her. It was at this bar in the city for this dueling pianos show.

The day of the show, it ended up snowing pretty hard. Christi and I were going to take the train in to the city (the bar was literally right outside Penn Station), but we ended up tagging along with my neighbors. Naturally, we couldn't show up with out some pre gaming. We stopped for some Fireball, and then we were on our way. Now, when we bought the Fireball...it was decided that as long as the bottle could fit in a bag, we were bringing it in with us. It's New York City. Drinks are expensive.
So we get there, safely, through the snow. Perfect timing, too. We show up just after my friend and her husband had shown up. SURPRISE! More people show up after us...I think she was really surprised.

We get shown to our table. Beers are flowing. Good times are being had by all.
That bottle of Fireball? Finished off after a few trips to the bathroom.

The dueling pianos were awesome. They would play whatever you requested...for a tip. Higher tip? You can change the song. It was definitely a good time.
Everyone was up and dancing. My friend's husband danced so hard he started to fall...which had to fall into me (and I have no balance to begin with) which then made me fall into Christi. Annnnnd we had a domino effect of the three of us falling. It was quite hilarious.

I have no idea when we left, or when we made it home. I just know we made it home safe and sound.

We woke up the next morning, and were supposed to be going to wander our Letchworth for some daytime ghost adventures. Neither of us were feeling well, but we went anyway.
It was a rather uneventful trip. It was cold, and I was trying to keep the vomit inside my body.
I did, however, find what we thought was an old (full) colostomy bag. I kept squishing it with my shoe...and everyone kept yelling at me. No one ever let's me have any fun.

Nothing super exciting happened between then and February.
Beginning of February...we headed up to Saranac Lake for the Winter Carnival. If you haven't been up there, it's pretty awesome. The town cuts "bricks" out of the lake and builds a "castle" of some sort every year. There is always a theme. I forget what this year was. I want to say "The Great Outdoors". It wasn't as cold as it had been previous years. But, it was colder this year than last year. Last year it had been such a mild winter that they had a hard time even making the castle. The ice just wasn't thick enough.
We had a blast this year. We shared a hotel room with my sister. We got to watch some lumberjacks do lumberjack things. We got to sit on some ice chairs. Meet some ice bears. We got my Dad to ride a snow tub down a super sketchy hill at our property. It was overall just a fun weekend.

The week after that, Christi stumbled upon these cheapish tickets with meet and greet passes for a band I had, honestly, never heard of. If we have learned anything from all of these blogs...I am always up for anything. Along with always being up for anything, I always up for live music.
So...off we went to the city. The band is I Prevail. Upon meeting them, I realized that I was probably at least 5 years older than all of them...if not more. Not much, I know...but still made me feel old. They were super nice. The show was really awesome. I found a new band to rock out to.

We, then, did the Polar Bear Plunge down in Seaside. The Plunge benefits the NJ Special Olympics. i don't mind jumping in the freezing cold ocean for 30 seconds to raise some money for an awesome cause. We decided we would make a weekend out of it. A weekend away.

We booked the same motel we had stayed in 2 years ago...mainly because the last time we were they had karaoke on Friday night.

We got down there Friday night...and there was still karaoke on Fridays.

We sang a few...had people telling us we were awesome. It was a good evening.

We woke up early on Saturday to head over to Seaside. (Our motel was over the bridge from Seaside. We didn't want bedbugs or anything gross from those Seaside motels.) We found some free parking. Then headed over to check in and get out sweatshirts.

We had time to kill so we decided to wander the Boardwalk. We ended up in a bar having a few drinks before we ran into the ocean.

As we were sitting at the bar, I was looking at the ocean sort of regretting my decision. It was so foggy that I couldn't see the water. There was a storm coming in, so the water was sounding pretty rough...and there were rip tides. But...the show must go on.

It ended up being fairly warm that day, so the plunge was not bad at all. We were in and out, like usual. We changed on the Boardwalk...then walked around for a bit before finding a bar to have a drink or 2 in before we headed back to the motel.

Well, a drink or 2 ended up for be 3 or 4. We stopped on the way back for some beers to bring back to the room. We figured we would go and hang in the pool for a bit...order some food..and just chill out the rest of the night.

Well...we did that. But we drank a little more than we anticipated. We were back in the room, from the pool, around like 5:30. I ordered pizza. We both showered...and Christi fell asleep. Pizza came. I had a piece...and then I fell asleep. At some point, the storm rolled in and there was super loud thunder. A lot happened....and I woke up the next morning thinking everything happened at like 2 am. Nope...everything happened before 7pm. We really party late in to the night...it's impressive.

The weekend after the Plunge...we were driving up to Albany to see Garth Brooks on Saturday. Sunday would be spent on Long Island seeing the Dropkick Murphys. An epic weekend if you ask me. My 2 favorite musicals acts in 24 hours.

We got a hotel room (2 rooms actually, my aunt and mom were coming too) up near Albany so we didn't have to drive home after the show. Christi and I got up there first. She paid for the room (my aunt or parents always pay when we go places, and she didn't want anyone to this time), so she wanted to get there to check in and be sure no one else paid for it. 

We walked in to the lobby and it reeked of gas...like when you leave a burner on, on the stove gas...and so I said something and the lady (named Vanessa) said it was fine. As we were checking in, she looked at Christi and told her she liked her earrings. Christi answered back with that she liked hers as well. Vanessa then grabbed at her ears...stared at Christi...and just goes "Oh...I forgot I had them pierced." Now mind you...she had about 4 or 5 holes in each ear. Her lobes were stretched about as much as Christi's. I don't know what she was on, but jesus it was good shit. Either that or she had been sitting in the gas for so long she was losing it. She checked us in. Just as we were finishing, my mom and aunt showed up. Vanessa said she was putting us in rooms next to each other. They were not. They were down the hall from each other. We parted ways to just put our stuff in the rooms. When we got in to the room...it was like Antarctica.  I love the cold, but jeez we were inside, it didn't need to be THAT cold. We dropped our stuff an wandered over by my mom and aunt. Now...mind you...this was all about only 10 minutes after we checked in. We got to their room and the phone rang. My mom answered it and said "It's been great, thanks" She hangs up and starts laughing. Apparently, Vanessa was calling to ask how our stay was. We had been there for 10 minutes.

Anyway...we all got ready and we headed out for some dinner.

We got to the show...and got to our seats. Christi and I then wandered to the merch booth for some tshirts. It was like a war zone. It was so unorganized it was crazy. I am in love with Garth Brooks. Head over heels...love him. I was not letting some unorganized chaos keep me away from a tshirt. I told Christi to hold on and I squeezed my way to the front one person at a time. We both got what we needed, and headed back to the seats.

Now...this is my second time seeing him. I believe I touched on my first time earlier in a blog post. Christi has never seen him. I was unsure of what to full expect because when I saw him it was not a normal stop on the tour. Well...it didn't matter. He was epic. He was amazing. The show kicked ass. I cannot wait to see him again. And Christi had a blast. The chick who listens to metal...had a blast at a Garth Brooks show. Epic.

The next morning, we all went to get breakfast together...and then we parted ways. Christi and I were heading over to Long Island for a Dropkick show later that evening. We decided since we were going to on Long Island...we needed to make a pit stop at the Amityville House.

Before we made our way to Long Island...we decided to see if we could get in to this creepy little abandoned house that was next to our hotel. You know we love that shit. Ended up we could get in, but the floor wasn't looking too sturdy. We went in as far as we could...got some pictures...and left.

No idea anything about the house. We found some dated checks sitting on a table that were dated in the '80s. So who knows how long it has been abandoned.

The ride to Amityville was actually pretty nice. It wasn't a main highway we were on. We ended up seeing signs for Donald J. Trump state park. Of course we had to find it. The first exit we got off on sent us to this deserted area that didn't look like a state park. We got back on the highway and ended up seeing another sign a few exits down so we got off on that one. This "park" still didn't seem like any park I had seen, but at least there was a sign this time telling us we had found the right place.

(Yes...my finger is in Christi's picture.)

After our park adventure...we put Amityville into the GPS and off we went. We found the house without issue. There were 2 other guys there taking pictures when we got there. We waited in the car until they left to get out. We ran across..took some pictures, and then got back in the truck. Judging by the political signs on the front yard, I'd assume whoever bought it is actually living there. But who knows. There were no cars in the driveway.

Cool to say we had been there at least. And yes...my face is hilarious in the picture. We both couldn't see shit because of the sun...so that's how the picture came out. Oh well.

Anyways...we stopped at this irish pub we passed for some dinner before heading over to the show.

Once we got to the show...it was quickly realized that the seller on StubHub had not sent the tickets. We still had 2ish hours before the show, so waited a bit until panic set in. But it quickly set in. I called Stubhub. They told me they had it on their end that they were sent...they were not. They also told me they couldn't refund me, I had to go through Paypal for that. They did say that they would give me a "credit" to use on a future purchase. Yeah well no. That wasn't how it should be.

We decided we had to get in. We were getting in no matter what. We went to another bad seeing if people were selling tickets. I asked at the box office. We then stood in front asking if people were selling. It was getting to be almost 9 at this point. Show was at 7...we knew Dropkick would go on around 9/930. Just as I was starting to give up hope...one dude was selling...and another dude walking by happened to be selling. We got them for half the price of what I paid on Stubhub...and we got in. We literally walked in just as the last opening band was playing their last song. It was perfect.

We pushed our way to the front...because it's a Dropkick show. You have to be up front. You have to get on the stage.

The show was epic. The venue was awesome. We got on stage. What could have been a super shitty night...ended amazingly. 

(Stubhub ended up refunding me all of my money. I went from never wanting to use Stubhub again...to being okay with them. They fixed their fuck up. Thanks Stubhub.)

The next week was quiet...buuuut that next weekend was St. Patrick's Day. We were spending our St. Patrick's Day in Boston seeing the Dropkick Murphys. We both took off that day. We headed up Thursday night. We chilled out and rested up once we got to the hotel.

We spent the next day running around. Hitting some stores near by and eating some food.

We found out that taking the train was our best bet to get in to Boston. So...we got ourselves all green and headed to the train.

We headed over to McGreevy's when we got to Boston. Where else would you go before a Dropkick Murphys show on St. Patrick's Day in Boston? No where. McGreevy's is where you go.

We made friends with a group. They were drunk and hilarious and fun. We had a few drinks there...and then decided it was time to trek ourselves over to the House of Blues for the show. I'm glad we made friends...because then we weren't walking alone.

We got to the HOB with no issues. Got in with no issues this time, haha.

The show was epic, as always. The openers were pretty awesome. I have found some pretty awesome bands from Dropkick shows. Christi was sneaky and got me a tshirt and a hat from the show. She's the best...but we all know that.

The show was awesome...as usual. We ended up not getting on stage this time. SUPER bummed. But they were being pretty asshole-y about it this time. Oh well...we still had a blast.

We also stuck around a bit after the show ended and being able to meet the singer. So yeah...worth it.

Idk what my crazy eyes are about.

After the show...we figured we would catch a cab back to the train station. Yeah...well..catching a cab in Boston is not like catching a cab in NYC. We also only had a limited amount of time to get back to the train station to catch the last train back. We started walking...but once we realized we weren't going to see any cabs we panicked a bit. We walked for like half a mile then decided we should just call a Lyft. We weren't sure if the were allowed in the city, but fuck it. Well..ends up they are. We got a Lyft back tot he train station. We now had plenty of time to spare. Turns out, though, that the train station decides to close everything down super early. All we wanted was some kind of nonalcoholic beverage, but apparently that was too much to ask. So...we just waited for the train.

We made it back to the station by our hotel. Thankfully, there were functioning vending machines there to satisfy our thirst. We took a Lyft back to the hotel.

Also...on a side note...do NOT put fake tattoos on your face. I learned the hard way that they will mess with your face. I had red marks that turned in to scabs on my face for a week after the fact. 

We woke up and decided that we were going to hit Salem on our way home. We were already in Massachusetts...why not. We really wanted to go to the Witch House.

Salem ended up being a pretty awesome town. We did end up at the Witch House. Pretty cool little house. Creepy and old...ya know the usual when you think of something that could be haunted. The guy that was running it wasn't really enthused about people thinking it's haunted. He said he hasn't personally had any experiences...so who knows.

After we explored the house...we explored the town. There are lots of cool little shops. We ventured to the place where all the people accused of being witches are buried. Christi dragged me through this creepy wax museum full of all horror movie people. (It honestly wasn't that bad. I'm just a big baby.) We met a creepy dude in a store who told us about how we can go to the Satanic Temple. We were both pretty intrigued by this. We finishing being tourists, and put the Satanic Temple into the GPS and off we went.

It was pretty close to where we were. I really know nothing about Satanism...so I had zero clue about anything. You go inside, pay, and then you get to wander around the "temple" and read some stuff and watch some videos. It all really wasn't my thing, but was still cool to see. After you are done walking around, they take you outside to this locked shed to so the Baphomet. Since I really don't know what it is...and I don't want to claim to...here is what I have copied from Wikipedia

Since 1856, the name Baphomet has been associated with a "Sabbatic Goat" image drawn by Eliphas Levi^[3] which contains binary elements representing the "sum total of the universe" (e.g. male and female, good and evil, etc.).^[4]

So, yeah...that. I'm still not 100% sure what it is, or what it respresents. I just know that from talking to the guy who was showing us...that all they want is to be included. If you are going to represent other religions, why can they not be represented. Which...I can respect. He said we could sit on it and take pictures. Christi did, I did not.

After that...it was time to venture home. The ride wasn't bad going home. We relaxed the rest of that day because the next day was the St. Patrick's Day parade in Pearl River.

The next day began early. We were at the train station, with a beer cracked, by 10am. A short train ride brings us up to Pearl River. 

There is usually only 1 or 2 bars open at that time...so we always end up in the train station bar until the brewery across the train tracks opens. We had a few drinks there, and then wandered to the brewery. We got there early enough that we took over a table...and there we were for the rest of the day. Now...the funniest part of all of this is that we don't ever actually watch the parade. It's really just a day to go drink some beers and be green. We always end up at this brewery because once the parade is over...some of the bagpipers come in and play. It's always awesome. I love bagpipes.

So we stayed there for a few hours, and then headed home.

That was a Sunday...so it was Walking Dead night. We had to be home and sobered up by then.

Well...that's all I have for now. A bunch of other shit has gone on since then, but this blog is already a mile and a half long. I don't want to sit here typing any more than you want to sit here reading.

We will be back with a post. No more super long gaps. We already have some fun summer shit planned. We are in the process of trying to plan a little getaway for our 30th birthdays at the end of the year.

2017 is awesome so far...and it's going to stay awesome.

Every time I go...phew we are going to have some down to relax...it doesn't happen.

And you know what? I'm not mad about it.

We are having a blast.

Not sure where I'd be...or what I'd be doing... if Norman Reedus hadn't brought me together with my best friend.

On that note...cheers!

Let The Good Times Roll.

-Amy

Do You Have To Poo?

Remember how I left the last blog with things were starting to calm down for us?
Yeah...apparently I lied.
Things have definitely calmed down a bit, but we have still had an entertaining few months.

It seems as though we have struck an extremely "lucky" strip of time.

Get your drinks and snacks. Bring me a beer, too.
Ya good? Where's my beer?
Cheers.

Okay. Let me go back a bit.

I had struck gold with getting free tickets to all of the Devils pre season home games. I believe I touched on this in the last post.
Christi and I had a blast, as usual. So, we decided we wanted to go to opening night. We had a blast year, so figured this year would be a blast too. Christi ended up being able to grab $35 tickets...that were ice level and at these pretty cool tables. It was pretty epic.

This is us at the end of the "red carpet".

Midway through the game, I spotted one of the Devils players (who seems to be limbo with a contract..or basically just waiting to announce retirement) sitting in the section next to us. No one really seemed to be noticing him. I hate being that person who decides to point out someone "famous" and then starting a flurry of madness. But, I said to Christi, whenever he walked back up to the top of the section I wanted to run over and try and get a picture with him.

Well, at the end of the period he got up. I basically flipped my chair trying to run over to catch him. Apparently, I really wasn't the only person who noticed it was him. There were a few other people waiting for autographs and pictures. He, however, was not in a good mood. He never actually stopped walking to sign...and he never said anything. I felt bad, so I was going to just let it go. Christi was not. She basically stopped him and was like "Will you take a picture with my friend?" He didn't say anything, but he did stop walking and posed with me. This is why Christi is awesome. I got to "meet" a Devils player I have loved since I was a kid.

Notice his "grumpy" face.

So, we walked out of that game feeling pretty accomplished. 

After that, Christi and I remembered that she had a code for 2 free tickets to a game. I took the code and went on the site. I ended up deciding that all I was worried about was how close we could get. Since the tickets for free, I figured I would use that to my advantage. We ended up sitting 4 rows behind the goal for a game the week of my Birthday. It was totally epic.

Flash forward to that Friday, my Birthday. I get a phone call from a number I know is the Devils. Usually, when they call they are just trying to sell me season tickets...so I don't answer.

They left a voicemail, so I decided to check. Ends up, I had won tickets and a pre-game tour of the arena that night. Great birthday, huh? I get to pick where my tickets are, so I decided again we should just sit as close as we can.

Then, about an hour later, Christi ends up winning too. I take her code for tickets and get as close as I can again. We ended up asking my parents if they wanted to go and use Christi's tickets. They were super excited to go.

Christi and I had to be there early...so we went without my parents. Christi usually meets me in Newark because she works close. I usually take the train. Well, I end up missing the train. I decided that I was just going to drive because I had to be there at 5...but my Aunt showed up just as I was leaving and offered to drive me down. I got there on time, and we met the ticket rep who was walking us around.

He walked us around as much as he could, ending in the penalty box.

During that game, I ended up getting a text message from another ticket rep asking me to meet him at the top of the section we were sitting in. It ended up that I had won tickets for yet another game. This time it was for a game in December...that just so happened to be Star Wars night. We decided that I should ask our friend Sloan to go, since he loves Star Wars.

About 10 minutes later, Christi gets a text message. She is asked to meet a ticket rep at the top of my parent's section. She runs over there, then proceeds to call me a few minutes later. She had won tickets to the same game, but she was also being upgraded to a suite for the rest of the game.

I ran over to meet her, and we were walked up to our suite. Pretty awesome birthday, eh?

We ended that evening meeting my cousin out for some live band karaoke. It was pretty interesting. Definitely different. Way harder to do that regular karaoke. But..we still had fun.

After that evening, I don't remember what the timeline was for any of these events, so I'm just going to go with how I am remembering them.

We went to Christi's cousin's wedding. It ended up being really fun. We went with her parents, her mom drove. We ended up dropping her parents at the church, and driving down the road and sat in a bar until the ceremony was over.

We picked them back up, and headed to the reception. It was held in a fire house, and it was actually pretty awesome.

We were told we could go wander in by the fire trucks...so naturally we did...beers in hand.
I was allowed to sit inside a truck and hit the horns. It was awesome.

Yes...I wore sneakers. Of course I did. They're my "fancy" sneakers. They're sparkly. 

See..Christi wore sneakers too. 👌

Another weekend was spent on a little roadtrip up to Hinsdale, NY. We were going to be spending an evening in the Hinsdale House. 

Don't know anything about it? Neither did I, honestly. I hadn't looked in to it at all until I saw an episode of Paranormal Lockdown.

(Go check it out. Read up a bit on the house. It's crazy.)

And then our friend was hosting an investigation there. We try to go out and support our friends in anything they do, so we were in for a mini roadtrip and investigation. And it turns out that we were not that far from my sister (who is in Rochester) so we planned to meet her for lunch before we drove back home.

So...the investigation was on Saturday. We decided we would just leave early on Saturday morning and drive up.

We got to the hotel, checked in, and just chilled out for a bit. There was a group of 6 of us, not including our friend hosting the event.

Once he was good to go...we all headed out to meet the owner for dinner beforehand. We went to this awesome little BBQ place.

There turned out to be a decently sized group of people for the event. I'd say about 20.

We were given a brief history of the house and land...and then split up in to 2 groups. We ended up starting out inside, and the other group went outside.

Now...a lot happened that night. I know the world is full of skeptics. (I am a skeptic...I believe...but I question EVERYTHING. I like to call myself a skeptical believer.) There are things that happened that night that I cannot explain away....and believe me I would if I could.

The only one that I am going to touch on right now is what happened upstairs.

But before we get to that, I'm laughing right now just thinking about this moment. We were sitting in the living room doing a spirit box session. One of the people helping run the event started saying her stomach was hurting. She got up and walked over by the door where the owner was standing. Without skipping a beat...he goes..."Do you have to poo?" It was the most honest, and absolutely hilarious, question ever. We all laughed pretty hard.

Okay..back to what I am going to touch on...

There were about 10 of us upstairs. 6 of us were in this small bedroom. There were 3 of us on the bed, one by the door, one in front of the bed, and one directly in front of me next to the bed. Our friend was standing outside the bedroom asking some questions and trying to get responses from either a spirit box or through EVP. We were all sitting still on the bed. Out of nowhere my neck started to feel warm. I dismissed it for a bit. Then it started to get more intense so I started just saying out loud "My neck is hot." I said it 3 or so times...and then finally I couldn't take it. I said louder "My neck is really hot!" and that finally alerted someone. Christi walked over and told me to turn around. She looks and just goes, "UH SEAN!" and doesn't tell me what's up. Sean, our friend running the event, comes over and is like DUDE! Then proceeds to have everyone look and I'm standing there like UM WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHATS GOING ON?! Christi takes a picture and shows me.

I know this world is full of skeptics...I know most of you won't believe this. I have ZERO explanation. I didn't touch my neck. I was sitting surrounded by people who would have seen me do it. No one near me touched me. I was wearing a hoodie...it couldn't have been scratched. My necklaces could not have done it. I really have no explanation. It wasn't there before I went in. And it ended up blistering a bit by morning.

Again...no explanation.

I was a bit shook after that...understandably. We went about the rest of the night with some pretty awesome evidence. Overall, it was an interesting night. I definitely want to go back, but I want to go back and rent out the place ourselves. Not have so many people in there.

We left there, and went out for a drink. A few of us partied a little harder than the others. This lead to an interesting 4am knock at the door. But...we had fun.

We met my sister for lunch the next afternoon. She drove a bit to meet us at a pizza place. We took her to a cemetery afterwards. She didn't seem in to any of it, but she came along. After that she headed on her way, and we headed back on ours.

It was the premier night of Walking Dead, so we had to be sure we were home in time. Walking Dead is a big thing in my house. Don't disturb anyone from 9-10/10:30 on Sundays.

For 2 weekends around Halloween, Christi and I volunteered to help out at a haunted house in town. A Halloween haunted house...not a real haunted house. The craziest part of all of this? I absolutely hate Halloween haunted houses. I am a baby. They scare me to the point of panic. I don't know why. I also don't know why I can walk right into a real haunted place no issues..but the fake shit scares me.

Anyway, it ended up being a blast. The first night we volunteered...we were made clowsn. Yep, yet another thing I absolutely hate. But...it was awesome. I had never done anything like that before, so it was an awesome time. We did it 2 other nights, and we were moved around to different rooms. I had the most fun being a clown, though. I think Christi would agree with that.

We went to a Halloween party/the bar after one of the evenings. We figured the bar would have people dressed up. It worked out perfect because were already all bloody and stuff. Christi put on some boots and a vest and went as someone who died in a mosh. I would like to pat myself on the back by adding in a pretty awesome extra little piece on her head...

Genius.

I believe in the last blog, I touched on how Christi and I had gotten tickets to see the Impractical Jokers Live.

Well, we went. It was awesome.

We got there early, so we hung out at the bar across the street. They know us there by now. We go before all of the Devils games.

 We went inside when they opened the doors. We were both hungry, so we got some food. I left Christi at the table eating, and went to go enter in a contest to go on the Impractical Jokers cruise. While I was gone, Christi got asked if she wanted to participate in the pre show. I came back to her in a panic talking to the guy asking if her friend could join too. He said of course. Told us that we had 10 minutes to learn the song we were singing...and that they would buy us beer.
We went on youtube, looked up what we were singing...and devised a plan. The moment came for us to do our thing, and it was amazingly hilarious. We didn't win, of course. But it was still awesome...and we got a free beer...and we will forever be on a Facebook Live video on the Impractical Jokers Facebook page. (I tried to get a link, but I can't figure out how to get a link to a Facebook Live video.)
The actual event itself was entertaining. The Jokers are as nice as you would want them to be. During commercials they were out in the crowds taking pictures and signing autographs. Joey Fatone ended up being there. The stunts were awesome. The punishment was hilarious. It was an overall good decision to buy those tickets. We had a blast...as usual.

If you know me at all, you know I love beards. I have always loved beards. I thoroughly enjoy that the thing now is for guys to have beards. It's amazing.

That being said, it shouldn't surprise anyone that I love Duck Dynasty. That's not just because of their beards, I have just always loved that show. Turns out, Christi does too.

We saw on Facebook that Willie was having a book signing near us. So we went.

He ended up being late, but that was okay. He was very nice. He told Christi if he wasn't under contract, (funny because they announced they were stopping the show the morning after we met him) he would have hair like her.

Adding to the list of random things Christi and Amy do...we went to a Gala. Yep, a Gala. A dress up and be proper all night long Gala.

Christi knew she was going to this Gala for about a week. Amy...did not. I got a phone call from Christi about about 3pm the day of the Gala. Christi found out she could bring someone with her...naturally she asks me. The only problem was that I was at work...and I needed to be ready in like 2 hours...for a GALA.

I left work at 3:30 and flew home. I ran inside in a panic. I don't own anything super fancy. I have a bunch of dresses, yes. But, I don't own anything floor length or super dressy. I went with the dressiest looking dress I had. I slapped some makeup on my face and put my hair up in something nice.

Christi picked me up, and off we went.

The Gala was to support a college. The culinary school made all of the food. It was interesting. It was 2 floors. They opened up the classrooms (which were kitchens) and each one had a different theme. The students were there serving you everything. It was all hors d'oeuvres. 

We then sat in a big room for dessert and some awards and speeches. It was overall an interesting, but fun night.

Of course we can only stay classy for so long.

Remember that Devils game I said I won tickets to? It was a blast. Our friend Sloan did come with us, and he loved it. They had people dressed up as Star Wars characters. They had Star Wars themed games. They played videos. They had music. It was overall a fun night...even though the Devils lost.

 I like to hide behind things.

For real this time, I think we are finally hitting a time where we can just relax. I am sure the new year will being some awesome adventures. We already have some things planned for the summer. I look forward to 2017. 

Let the good times roll.

-Amy