Drop the Zomb
The reason for my duck-banished hangover this morning? Zombie Pub Crawl!
Billed as 'One night, the dead will rise and feast on the beer of the living', the Z-Crawl is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Last night's turnout was more than 350 people, and some of them had clearly spent their entire day (and, possibly, lives) getting ready for the big event. We had open wounds, hanging eyeballs, dead fetuses, zombie priests and one dude dressed like a Zombie Care Bear
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The shuffle from bar to bar was the perpetual, repeating highlight of the evening. The zombies banged on car windows, chased pedestrians and fake-bloodied up the city, all while being led in a chant of "What do we want?!" "Brains!" "When do we want 'em?!" "Brains!"
We finished up the night at a gay bar, just the four of us, with an excuse to be drunk and grotesque for once.
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