Today I got an email from that sartorial genius Luke. Excerpt:
If you are up for some pagan revelry and if you are stout-hearted enough we will convene at my house in E-ville at 7:00 where you will be debriefed.
You will then be escorted in a convoy of the damned to the Baker's Junction Haunted Train ride in Smithville (about twenty minutes from E-ville--yes, even further out in the middle of nowhere). The brave among you will test your fate against the dreaded *electroshock game*, but only those with the quickest trigger fingers will survive to board the haunted train.
Those who disembark alive will proceed with me to the Harrodsburg Haunted House (another fifteen minutes deeper into the heart of darkness) where, if we are lucky, we will spend another $8 to be forced through a pitch-black maze inhabited by a morally bankrupt
gentleman eager to demonstrate his skill with a chainsaw.
Then, if anyone's viscera are still intact we will proceed back to my place for a bonfire with s'mores and (wait for it) hot buttered rum.
My life is so awesome. I need a costume!
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