We went on a new adventure yesterday. The 2009 Portland Zombie Walk. The basic premise is that Zombies "WERE people too" and "deserve the right to eat whoever they want". Ok, maybe not. In reality, it's a fun event where people gather, "dressed" as zombies and walk around the streets of Portland, culminating in an odd re-enactment of the Micheal Jackson Thriller video. We tagged along as non-zombie participants, taking photos along the route. My favorite shot was one that I titled "Last Call" where someone had put bloody handprints on a phone booth (against coordinators specific directions against putting "blood" on any public or private wall, window, surface, or vehicle). I had a couple of favorite quotes that I overheard. One, a young lady decked out in a tattered white blouse and tan skirt, fake blood dripping everywhere, stated, "Oh NO.. I hope I don't get mud on my mom's good boots!" The other, an over the top young man, "blood" soaked, multi-pierced face, lips, nose, upon seeing a fellow zombie with a bloody bottle protruding out of the top of his head exclaimed, "Dude, THAT is disGUSTing!" I wanted to point him in the direction of the nearest mirror, but I was laughing too hard.
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