First Night. Awkward.

First times are always awkward; no matter the time, the place, the happening. Tonight was no different.

It was my first night out on the Hayride. The rain started falling during the first hour, making for a slow beginning. But I am lucky to have great people to keep me company on these crawling nights. And once it started picking up, the brain started functioning and the words started forming. Still very uncomfortable, but I've got some ideas.

A taste of the air tonight. My fellow monster, Colin, got on the wagon and hopped around like a dog, but no one on the wagon itself reacted at all. No scream. No laughter. No nothing. Just blank looks. And a very awkward sensation for my bud, the king of awkward. Later, I had attempted to run behind the wagon, but slipped on a rock, right in front of a critical teenager. I made for a very hasty getaway from the ambiance of the night.

I am typically fine with awkward moments. However, the Weather Channel came through tonight for a segment for their special on haunted attractions to be shown through the course of this month. And I wanna look good! But I can't if I don't even know who I am. For any sort of acting, you need time to delve into your character and really feel what they would feel and think what they would think, so that way, improvisation is more natural and easier.

All in all, tonight was awkward, and as it should feel. And no worries! Listened to the perfect Halloween-inducing music stylings of Man Man on the ride home with the taste of pumpkin spice filling my used and abused throat, waiting for another night to come so I can redeem my self.

P.S. I'm gonna try to take pictures before the night begins because a lot of this washed off from tonight and the makeup is phenomenal.

(End of 1st evening).