Prelude to a zombie walk
My nerves are all jangly. To calm them, I've mixed myself some ungodly combination of rum and Sobe LifeWater that looks like urine and tastes slightly less repulsive than urine. The nastiness of the drink is taking my mind of my nervousness, which I just wrote as "nervisness," if that tells you anything about my state of mind right now.
I'm worried about tomorrow's zombie walk turnout. Last year was so unbelievably huge that, as I told a friend the other day, I'm afraid we'll experience a sophomore slump this year. It's hard to gauge the turnout on these things; last year I thought maybe 30 people would show up and it ended up being more like 300. This year I'm anticipating a couple hundred and that makes me worry that it will be more like 30.
The potentially rainy weather makes me worry even more. People who would come out for this are pretty hardcore and probably wouldn't mind a little rain, but I figure substantial rain and anything remotely stormy will keep people — especially families — away. Which sucks. I love me some zombie families. Not to mention the tourist turnout on Beale and the foot-traffic turnout for the art trolley tour will be lighter if it rains.
Oh well, it should be a fun time regardless. Or as Courtney likes to say*, irregardless. The Creeping Cruds are going to play at E&H afterward, and I'm looking forward to seeing them. I can't wait to see what kind of pictures I can snag of the whole thing. (Another reason I'm hoping the rain holds off: I don't want to eff up my camera.)
Plus Fritz and his Fuckleberry Hound are coming to town to visit. And Sarah might come into town, too!
So cross your severed appendages for us, please. Actually, you can do one better and come downtown to be part of the madness at 6:30 p.m.
* Hahahahaha! You'll have to wait until Saturday to punch me for that.