Saturday she arranged for us to go to the Maize Maze in northern Mecklenburg County. Yeah, I know what you're saying: "Bob. That sounds like it would suck shitty chimpanzee ass. Don't do it!"
But, as I said, Carole has pretty much rarely steered me wrong on these little past-times, so without any objection at all I went with it.
And I know what you're saying: "But, Bob! It will be a miserable and pointless experience!"
Well, okay, you were right. It did suck. It was a miserable and pointless experience. Boring. Totally stupid. I won't repeat that mistake again.
Still and all...Carole is generally good on the cool things to do on a weekend.
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| I go up on a stand to look down at part of the 7-acre maze. Did I mention this maze walk was to take place at night? We had flashlights and headlamps with us. |
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| Corn. Imagine that. |
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| Cute kiddie wagon. |
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| Carole, Jackie, and Walter consult with other maze walkers. |
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| Hm. More corn. At this point it began to rain. A lot. We quickly found a short-cut out of the fucking maze and drove home. Ah, well. You can't win 'em all. |
Fuck the fucking Maize Maze.
4 comments:
I had to take my wife and daughter to 2 homecoming parades last week. Not exactly my cup of tea. But in the immortal words of Red from That Seventies Show, "Being a man means having to do a lot of shit you don't want to do."
I can't complain. Normally I end up loving these side trips she suggests.
One thing I utterly whined about was the mining history museum in Beckely WV. She wanted to go and all I wanted to do was keep driving until we got to the park where we were staying so that I could go hiking. But I relented. Then, I had so much fun at that place I didn't want to leave. One of the best living history museums I've ever seen.
Excuse me, did I miss something, or did you tell us what the pattern or shape of the corn maze was supposed to be. That's the thing... a new shape every year!
I don't think it had a particular shape. It just sucked.
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