Anthony & Erin

Here’s a really terrible story about me becoming a zombie:

One day, I was walking into town wearing nurses’ scrubs and I ran across three zombies. I tried to run away, but one of them bit me. I died.

Then I walked around with a bunch of other zombies.

I was making a stupid face the whole time, and took awkward photos of myself to put on my zombie blog.

I scared some children.

Then, since I couldn’t find any good brains to eat, I went to Jimmy John’s with some of the zombies (including the one who bit me).

I bit him back.

The end.

I should totally write a book, amirite? Anyhow, this was the second year I’ve done the local Zombie Walk (I first did it back in 2010, here’s a photo!). While I do enjoy getting dressed up and appreciate the walk is for a good cause, it gets kind of boring. Basically you’re in a huge group of people, walking really slowly, and freezing because it’s cold outside. It’s fun for a while, but not anything thrilling. Some people get really into it, and this year there were even zombie hunters camped on top of a car and “shooting” at us, so that was kind of neat. I don’t know, I guess I’m no fun. Oh well, braaaaiiiiins!

About a month ago Shawnelle was in town to drive down to a funeral with me. Our mutual friend’s father unexpectedly passed away so Shawnelle flew in from California and road-tripped down to Bloomington with Anthony and me. That part was sad. But since she was here for a few days we did spend some time hanging out and having a bit of fun too.

We bought matching dresses (in different colors) from Target and went out to dinner (drinks) at a local restaurant. Of course there were photos of everything.

If you’re local (Indianapolis), this beer is really good. I would know, I drank four of them that night. It’s a crisp, sour beer that’s a bit fruity. It doesn’t really taste like alcohol, so you can drink a lot of them. The only downside is that they come in small glasses. Or maybe you have to ask for a big glass? I don’t know. But they’re good.

I think almost every time I go to the Brewpub I get nachos. They’re good. Really good. I could eat a whole pile myself if people would let me, but I always end up sharing.

After four beers it was getting a little dark so even though we probably would have liked a fifth beer (we were having a good time!) we decided to go since it was getting dark and we had to walk back. We had a really good time though; chatting, drinking, and getting silly! Hopefully it won’t be long before we get to do it again (though I’d hope when we see each other again it’s under happier circumstances!), I love hanging out with this girl!