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halloween, zombies

Zombie Prom!
For the first time in about two years, I have uploaded pictures from my camera. In the past, I may have been a wee bit negligent about doing so, to the extent that *some people* might refer to any pictures I take as being lost to the void of despair and nothingness forever.

Ahem.

What this means is that now I have lots of pictures of events taking place since I got my new camera three weeks ago, including, but not limited to: my trip with my parents to NYC (featuring The Rock), a slumber party with Sarah Cross, and (drum roll please)... HALLOWEEN. As I am a huge Halloween person, this makes me very happy. And if any of you are Halloween people, I hope that it will make you happy, too. For Halloween proper, I was a dark faery and spent the evening hanging out with a pirate, Rainbow Brite, and a (male) Care Bear. But on Halloween Eve (night before Halloween, obvi), I was an 80's aerobics instructor who had the bad luck to be attacked by zombies and subsequently zombified while wearing her neon yellow aerobics gear. Which would sound completely random, were it not for the fact that I spent the night at ZOMBIE PROM.

Pause for a moment to take in the awesomeness of that, my friends. Zombie. Prom. And, yes, there is a slight chance that the whole aerobics instructor bit is still random (compared to the zombies who just came in prom gear), but the lovely Professor Zombie who was throwing aforementioned Zombie Prom specially requested that I put together an aerobics instructor outfit, and as she just got Zombie Tenure (also: real tenure), who was I to deny her such a small thing?

What follows is an endeavor of high photojournalistic quality- and given that this is ZOMBIE prom, it is not for the faint of heart.

At the beginning of our dark and twisty tale, two young zombie friends are hanging out in their zombie crypt. I had just finished leading a zombie aerobics class, and my roommate, Little Dead Riding Hood, had been, as usual, up to no good.


This is how we roll.

I would have been perfectly content to stand around all night, just saying the word "Braaaaiiiiinnnnnnnssss," over and over again, but Little Dead Riding Hood is a bit more proactive than I am. "Quick," said she, "to the Zombiemobile!" And before you knew it, we were at Zombie Prom. I paused to take a picture at the balloon archway.


These are the memories that last a lifetime.

Then we stopped for some refreshments. I'll give you one guess what was on the menu.


Mmmmmm... chocolate braaaiiiinnnnnnssss.

Now, normally Zombie Jen does not like chocolate, however these delicious braaaaiiinnnnnsss were filled with caramel blood sauce that dribbled down your chin when you ate them. And also, the blood sauce GLOWED IN THE BLACKLIGHTS. There were other culinary options as well.


I like to call this picture "scarred for life." When Professor Zombie throws a theme party, she REALLY commits.

It was all fun and games, until things inside Zombie Prom got a little crowded. Mathematical fact: Zombies + More Zombies= Zombie Trouble. In-fighting was inevitable.


My braaaaiinnnnssssss! Mine!

I took a slightly more enlightened approach to conflict.


"Hello, good fellow. I seem to have run out of brains. Would you mind terribly if I borrowed yours?"

Ultimately, however, conflict abated and a good zombie time was had by all.


Three cheers for the zombie apocalypse!

And all of the zombies had their fill of brains and dancing and wonderfully crappy pop music, and we all lived happily ever after.


THE END