Making an ass of myself at the Zombie Pub Crawl

Booze and a large crowd of zombies - what could go wrong?

I'll make this one short and sweet and mostly about the
pictures.

What did I do? Zombie pub crawl. Info here. Basically, a few
hundred of us got together, dressed up like zombies and stumbled from bar to
bar in Andersonville.

When did I do it? Saturday.

How many ways did I make an ass of myself? Many, including:

1.      
Showing up way too early and then just sort of
dicking around pacing instead of like grabbing a sandwich to kill time.

2.      
At the end of the night, following a group of zombies
into an art gallery. I had heard a separate group say they were going to
another bar, so I went outside and there were two groups of zombies and, well,
I picked the wrong group. Once in the gallery, they turned to me and one said "Who
the hell are you?"

3.      
Challenging two of the three zombie Jesuses to
fight each other, only to be told by one of them that someone else had just
made that joke like a minute earlier and the fight just ended.

4.      
Getting way too into my zombie walk. In all
fairness, though, I did get some laughs.

5.      
Going home without saying good-bye to Andy and
his friend. Sorry about that.

6.      
Pissing off the entire Zombie Anti Defamation
League, although this strangely came separately from the pub crawl.

7.      
Flasking.

And now here are the pictures. Remember kids, zombies can
rip your arms off and curse you to a ghoulish half-death, but being a tool can
only come from within. Take it from me.

Note on the pictures: In a further example of toolness, I
didn't realize my memory card wasn't in my camera. In short, I was taking
pictures directly in the camera's memory, which only had room for a handful of pictures. So these are all from right at the beginning, before I ran out of
memory.

Although my head is disproportionately large, it isn't that big. I'm leaning forward a bit in this picture. Also, I later ripped up that shirt and covered it in fake blood. It looked great.

I look pretty. Special thanks to that Karen person for taking the picture; special thanks to me for my awesome make-up.

I love making new and blasphemous friends. 

Preparations.

A random aside here. My favorite moment of the whole night came when this guy with a bullhorn started on some protest-style chatter.

It went exactly like this:

Guy: What do we want?

Crowd: BRAINS!

Guy: When do we want it?

Crowd: BRAINS!

Completely unprompted. It was awesome.

We left in tiers. This was nowhere near the size of the entire crowd.

This guy was cool.

Some people, however, just don't get it.

(That was a joke. The mummy was hysterical. Frankenstein's monster was there too.) 

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