Last Wednesday, we headed over to Scarehouse for the second-annual Crazy Scary VIP night, otherwise known as our best chance to hassle Michelle and Ginny on the one night a year when they can’t do anything about it.

Crazy Scary treated me very well last year — and it would do so again in 2011. But we’ll get to that in a minute.

We got to go through the haunt again, and it was even better than last year. The post-apocalyptic final section — definitely the creepiest for me a year ago — was replaced, but with something that was even better: A zombie-overrun Pittsburgh, with all kinds of local touches, like a Primanti’s-esque diner and one of the t-shirt stands on Penn in the Strip. I missed one crucial detail: Dudders, also known as the tallest zombie in Pittsburgh, who did her best to scare us towards the end of the haunt.

We didn’t have the same chance to torture Michelle and Ginny as we did last year, but they both got up close and personal with one of the Scarehouse’s zombies; that was scarier for Ginny than it was for Michelle — at least until the zombie hugged our favorite non-hugger.

Other good stuff:

  • We went through the haunt with Gina and Andy (hint: foreshadowing). If you want to laugh as much as you scream while you go through a haunted house, you’ll go through with Gina.
  • We had great food from Las Velas, but the baking orgy conducted by Mindy in advance of Crazy Scary was truly outstanding. Say it with me: Ancho-chili chocolate cupcakes.
  • Watching Scott Harbaugh eat squid chips was pretty funny.
  • We were part of an effort that raised $6,000 for Make Room for Kids and Christmas Crazy. Six. Thousand. Dollars.

And yes, there were prizes again this year. We bought raffle tickets, picked out a bunch of stuff we thought would be cool and went to town with our tickets.

And to our surprise, we did well. We won Andy’s Big Box of Meat for the second year in a row, and we also made off with Gina’s Pittsburgh basket, filled with stuff that will mostly end up on Mrs. Crappy’s desk. We were thrilled with both.

And there was one truly scary thing about this year’s Crazy Scary night. As we said goodnight to everyone we stopped to talk to Michelle.

Who was drunk or something.

Because she hugged me.

Parallel universe! Entered the Matrix! WHAT HAPPENED? AAAAHHHHHH!


  1. Yesssss! Tell everyone! I hugged you! Mwahahahahaha!

    (My plot to destroy the novelty of that is starting to work. Woooo!)

    Oh, and thanks for coming out to Crazy Scary! It was a blast, for sure.


  2. Nothing warms my heart more than the phrase “Big box of meat.”

    Times like this, I really wish I lived in Pittsburgh. The Scarehouse thing sounds like so much fun.


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