Thursday evening Kendrick and I checked out Nightmare: Vampires, a haunted house down on Houston Street. I’m one of those people who loves going to horror movies, but then keeps their eyes shut the entire time (“tell me when it’s over!”), and I basically did the same thing at the haunted house: buried my face in Kendrick’s jacket and prayed for it to be over soon. But I had a blast. I definitely don’t recommend it for people who are seriously claustrophobic or prone to seizures (there are lots of strobe lights), but it’s a great way to get into the Halloween state of mind.

Tickets generously comped by management.