The Zombie Walk Rocked!

Okay...Here's how it went...my husband and I woke up early that saturday with the feeling of it's being almost Christmas! I lost count of how many times he asked me if I knew where the makeup was (in a bag hanging on the INSIDE of the hall closet thanks to two kitties who loved to make that bag swing and rustle when it was first hanging on the outside of said door. "...oh look...a hole! Do you think we can make it any bigger?"). At 4:30 in the afternoon my husband announced that he was going to start ' dolling up' for the occassion. (I'm surprised he didn't start putting the gook on at noon time with all the clockwatching he had done up to now!) After about 40 minutes this realistic "thing" lumbered out of the bathroom and made even me do a doubletake while sending both kitties running for the hills! A latex gash on the top of his head, a deathly 'glow' to his face, blood dripping everywhere, and wearing a "Think Safety" shirt almost seemed to be the makings of a genius! And now it was my turn. Have you ever stared at yourself in the mirror wondering how you were going to transform your appearance? Okay, okay...we ladies do this every day but THIS was different! I was woefully aware of just how little I actually knew about what a real zombie looks like. (I usually read a book while my Zombie-loving husband filled his head with blood, guts, and gore. If I lifted my head to watch, it was usually due to a loud noise causing my curiosity to rise as well as my eyes...and with a zombie movie loud noises usually meant that you really didn't want to see what was on the screen at that very moment but the "don't look/I have to look" mode gets activated very easily!). So I put on the white and black makeup and, YES, the blue and green makeup, too, and then asked my husband, "how do I look?"...yeah, I know...some phrases just keep being used no matter what the occassion. I was told that I looked "very good" but then he smiled and smugly informed me that a zombie's hair is not neatly brushed and hairsprayed in place. Then he told me to close my eyes and "trust me" after which he proceeded to cover my head in white spray paint while putting the finishing touches of blood around my eyes, nose, and mouth. Then he informed me that we were going to walk the mile to Zombie Central since parking would be a little hard to do in that area. (After all, you can't just leave a leg-dragging zombie crowd to run and put money in the parking meter). So...we left the house, crossed a bridge, walked down streets, crossed intersections, and watched people try hard to look like they were not looking at us! And not another zombie in sight the whole time! Not even in front of the theatre where everyone was to converge! Did we get the date wrong? Was the time changed? Was the info on the internet site wrong? Were we going to have to look like the idiots we were and have to walk all the way back home...still looking like idiots? Then lo and behold, my husband peered into the theatre's glass window and saw movement inside...Others Like Us! (It's been a long time since I've breathed that deep a sigh of relief!). And what an assortment of zombies there was!!! So many armless, legless, mutilated, gashed-up representatives of society!! Nurses, brides, grooms, plasma donators, gowned debutantes, bar-fight losers, rock stars, and of course the T-shirted masses of the unwashed! It was glorious! After pictures were taken and final instructions given, we were let loose to limp, moan, groan, and leg-drag a 2-mile route through the streets of Lincoln which included the college campus and the historic Haymarket area...all the while lumbering up to pedestrians while chanting "brains...braaaiiins...BRAAAAIIIIINNNS!" Designated "victims" were attacked (lawfully) along the route and then joined in with the Group while horns honked and drivers quickly rolled up windows when waiting at red lights for us to cross the street!! We had a blast! After lumbering around, chanting, and attacking for about two and a half hours it was finally time to assemble back at the theatre where we learned that at least 261 zombies had participated in this year's walk which meant that this "parade" had doubled itself from last year's count!!! Yeah!! Zombie Power!! And with that, we were done...and needing something to drink! So now all you saw were mutilated zombies going into convenience stores and fast food places looking for sustenance...and bathrooms!!!! The way some employees looked at us, I think the only reason we were waited on was because we outnumbered the "normal" folk. My husband and I agreed all the way home that we had more fun than we had ever hoped for and would do this again next year...and with horns still occassionaly honking at us we limped and lumbered back the mile to home....the limping and lumbering was now due to having walked four miles that night while being the two oldest zombies there!!! My husband says we can be zombies on Hoverrounds next year!!!