You Can't Make That Stuff Up
10:44:43 AM 10.29.09
Zombies!
I was out with my girlfriend on the opening night of the new movie Zombieland starring Woody Harrelson. The film had been highly anticipated, and I was completely psyched; my girlfriend, not so much. We had a small argument on which movie we would go see, which dictated the start of a normal night, but that's about as normal as it had gotten.
Now I'm from a city where rich kids run rampant and everyone is pretty square. It's rare that people from my town really let loose and make fools of themselves for lack of better terms. The theater was right on main street which was packed, so we had to park quite a ways away from the theater and walk. During our walk we saw a group of about 10 twenty-something males lumbering around in full face paint and caked with fake blood.
This was unlike anything I'd ever seen in my boring uptight town. They clearly weren't from around here. I found their antics quite hilarious. They were obviously drunk and having the time of their lives; lumbering around, moaning, and reaching for totally unsuspecting pedestrians-literally freaking people out. It didn't even dawn on me that they were going to see a movie, I just figured they were taking Halloween a little too seriously.
After I finished laughing my ass off at the silly zombies, my girlfriend and I arrived at the theater. While standing in like I was pleasantly surprised that the horde of drunken zombies had made their way into the theater as well. I began conversing with one of them and learned that they in fact weren't from the area. Amongst a sea of displeased looks and rolling eyes, I conversed with the zombie swarm who had spent weeks preparing this excursion designed to scare the uptight people of my town.
Even during the movie, they did their best to gain angry looks for the audience. Although not overly rude, scattered moans came from the back row from their undead mouths. They eventually got movie theater security called on them, and all I remember is some banter and one of them yelling "We might not have pulses, but at least our sense of humor isn't dead". Then they were gone.
Well worth the price of admission.
Now I'm from a city where rich kids run rampant and everyone is pretty square. It's rare that people from my town really let loose and make fools of themselves for lack of better terms. The theater was right on main street which was packed, so we had to park quite a ways away from the theater and walk. During our walk we saw a group of about 10 twenty-something males lumbering around in full face paint and caked with fake blood.
This was unlike anything I'd ever seen in my boring uptight town. They clearly weren't from around here. I found their antics quite hilarious. They were obviously drunk and having the time of their lives; lumbering around, moaning, and reaching for totally unsuspecting pedestrians-literally freaking people out. It didn't even dawn on me that they were going to see a movie, I just figured they were taking Halloween a little too seriously.
After I finished laughing my ass off at the silly zombies, my girlfriend and I arrived at the theater. While standing in like I was pleasantly surprised that the horde of drunken zombies had made their way into the theater as well. I began conversing with one of them and learned that they in fact weren't from the area. Amongst a sea of displeased looks and rolling eyes, I conversed with the zombie swarm who had spent weeks preparing this excursion designed to scare the uptight people of my town.
Even during the movie, they did their best to gain angry looks for the audience. Although not overly rude, scattered moans came from the back row from their undead mouths. They eventually got movie theater security called on them, and all I remember is some banter and one of them yelling "We might not have pulses, but at least our sense of humor isn't dead". Then they were gone.
Well worth the price of admission.
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