this is how i always dress
so the zombie thing was so incredible i can't even begin to describe it. i started out by drinking for 59 hours or something thereof. [le shock]. i was not well at being zombie. i was a glam zombie. im sorry everyone. but that's how i roll. i think one of today's FTWs was exclaiming loudly in the apple store [which is where the mob, mobbed] "THIS IS THE BEST GAY CLUB I'VE EVER BEEN TO!!!"
ya not that i've been to 'zombie mobs' ever before, but for those not in the know, you wear duct tape to show you want to get pwned, and then go stand on the street in the general area of a pre-agreed path through the city. random people acting stereotypically zombie-like grab you, rip your clothes to pieces and spray/squeeze fake blood on EVERYTHING. i had two bottles of it poured over my head. then you just rumble through town, occasionally going into stores and acting all "we so aren't snakes on a plane!" and watching the tourists scratch their head and tell their frightened children never to do drugs. everyone remained in character except me, because i caught a case of the lolz that still has not abated.
-guy in a suit with the giant poster "GOD HATES ZOMBIES" was probably zombiemob highlight. yep he got ripped and dipped. he took the time to make effing flyers. http://flickr.com/photos/lou/219788146/
that will make no sense except to the people that were there. but can you imagine?
the nonevent was sooo huge i was really shocked. hundreds of random people. i made new friends. yay for that and hello if yer reading this. flickr is blowin up with tons of pics of this craziness. if only the Z key hadn't fallen off my keyboard after zombie mob because it's hard to write that word. when do i ever use that letter? unfortunately it's all the time these past few days.
ride home on BART was great. some lady asked sheepishly "do you do this all the time?"
omg so much more. ended up at a party or something. lots of super drunk and some mildly creepy people at a house in berkeley that i've totally partied in before except it was totally different people. oh, and i remained in zombie gear, covered in fake blood, ripped bloody clothes. no one else was in zombie mode there. also i'm still zombiefied because it's almost 5 and i can't take a shower because i dont want to wake up the roommates. its cool though. what's another 12 hours in this corn syrup derived caked fake blood in my moustache?
remember when hallie was awake and in studio for 50 hours? remember when clay was a zombie for 50 hours?
oh one last thought: WHO THOUGHT IT WAS ACCEPTABLE FOR ME TO WEAR BLACK DUCT TAPE ON MY CHEST? that removal was the most painful thing i've ever experienced. much less pleasureable than when i was drunk and stephen pulled off the duct tape the other time i had duct tape x's over my nipples. yeah there was another time.
PPS love how i can't stop telling stories. i was so loling and i guess maybe drunk and overstimulated during zombiemob that i IMed hallie with only the word "life"
ya not that i've been to 'zombie mobs' ever before, but for those not in the know, you wear duct tape to show you want to get pwned, and then go stand on the street in the general area of a pre-agreed path through the city. random people acting stereotypically zombie-like grab you, rip your clothes to pieces and spray/squeeze fake blood on EVERYTHING. i had two bottles of it poured over my head. then you just rumble through town, occasionally going into stores and acting all "we so aren't snakes on a plane!" and watching the tourists scratch their head and tell their frightened children never to do drugs. everyone remained in character except me, because i caught a case of the lolz that still has not abated.
-guy in a suit with the giant poster "GOD HATES ZOMBIES" was probably zombiemob highlight. yep he got ripped and dipped. he took the time to make effing flyers. http://flickr.com/photos/lou/219788146/
that will make no sense except to the people that were there. but can you imagine?
the nonevent was sooo huge i was really shocked. hundreds of random people. i made new friends. yay for that and hello if yer reading this. flickr is blowin up with tons of pics of this craziness. if only the Z key hadn't fallen off my keyboard after zombie mob because it's hard to write that word. when do i ever use that letter? unfortunately it's all the time these past few days.
ride home on BART was great. some lady asked sheepishly "do you do this all the time?"
omg so much more. ended up at a party or something. lots of super drunk and some mildly creepy people at a house in berkeley that i've totally partied in before except it was totally different people. oh, and i remained in zombie gear, covered in fake blood, ripped bloody clothes. no one else was in zombie mode there. also i'm still zombiefied because it's almost 5 and i can't take a shower because i dont want to wake up the roommates. its cool though. what's another 12 hours in this corn syrup derived caked fake blood in my moustache?
remember when hallie was awake and in studio for 50 hours? remember when clay was a zombie for 50 hours?
oh one last thought: WHO THOUGHT IT WAS ACCEPTABLE FOR ME TO WEAR BLACK DUCT TAPE ON MY CHEST? that removal was the most painful thing i've ever experienced. much less pleasureable than when i was drunk and stephen pulled off the duct tape the other time i had duct tape x's over my nipples. yeah there was another time.
PPS love how i can't stop telling stories. i was so loling and i guess maybe drunk and overstimulated during zombiemob that i IMed hallie with only the word "life"