Dear Victoria,
Thanks for going with me to the Haunted Mine at our university (aka place of business).
I know we are coworkers who barely know each other, but you came through. People I knew better begged off (because haunted, because mine, because both).
Even though I’m an Explosives Technology student, I had not yet been to the experimental mine. I read all about the prep, though.
Too bad I live 1.5 hours away and couldn’t get in some hours.
We got the safety briefing (“It’s a mine. The walls are made of rock. If you hurt yourself, let a scarer know immediately.”). Then it was time.
It was genuinely terrifying, especially the bit with the clown with the chainsaw.
NO, THANK YOU.
I had to remind myself that the scarers were not allowed to touch me. (And I was not allowed to touch them either. Consent goes both ways.)
Huddled together, we screamed/laughed our way through it.
Well, the screaming/laughing was me. You were mostly laughing. At me. For good reason.
Anyway, it was great, and I appreciate you going with me. Thanks again!
Happy Halloween!
Beth
*A great Duran Duran song and a terrible pun for this post
Observe and report 
“Haunted Mine Leader” – well, that’s a word combo I’ve never seen before. And I imagine Evan must be proud of his title.
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I would be!
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LOVE this 😀
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Thanks! Miss you.
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