One dark and stormy night a band of intrepid fencing club members ventured out into the haunted cornfield . . . actually, it was really dark or stormy. And the only thing it was haunted by was people hiding in the corn and leaping out at you. But there were pumpkins and flying pieces of corn and mysterious signals being passed back and forth and did I mention that getting hit with a random piece of flying corn is really weird?

But I digress.

Boyd decided to take a mini-nap while we were waiting outside of the store for the guys to come and let us into the maze.

Above we have Jacob doing the traditional <ethnicity deleted> wooden skewer dance. Alex and his marshmallows are apparently just grooving to the music in Alex's head, which disturbs Mary to no end.

And here's the group of us (left to right): Beth, Aaron, Mike, Nick, Jacob, Jessica, Mike, Alex, Paul, Rob, Laura, Mary, Jamie, Boyd, Austin, Mike.

Feeling a little peckish after devouring several bags of marshmallows, (plus grahm crackers and chocolate), we stopped by IHOP for a spot of food.

He doesn't look like this normally.