5-Apr-2004 (Mon)
Wherein you are instructed to make any necessary last-minute repairs on your Halloween costume.
I assume you all realize how much we like Halloween around these parts. Well, this year we decided to celebrate Halloween again, roughly six months out of phase. Ladies and Gentlemen, we invite you to get infected with...
ZOMBIE DNA!
| | | | SEE! | The Shambling Horrors of the Unliving! | | GASP! | As they perform Acts of Cabaret guaranteed to Astound! | | JOIN! | The Ranks of the Undead! -- with a Zombie Makeover courtesy of our Professional Zombifiers! | | TAX! | Your big juicy creative brain and come in costume (zombie or otherwise) for our Fabulous Cash Prize Costume Contest! | | DANCE! | To Ghoulish Rock & Roll from DJs Melting Girl & Miz Margo! | | | | Brought to you by the scienticians of Zombie Pinups, Spectacular Spectacular, and, of course, the Almighty Power of RADIATION! | | | saturday - SATURDAY - saturday
April 24, 2004
9pm - 3am.
$10 in costume;
$15 without.
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We sent someone dressed as a zombie down to Death Guild tonight to flyer for this (how cool is that?), and I went down there hoping to get some photos, but by the time I got there, he had run out of flyers and shambled off in search of braaaaains.
Shouldn't that be "Brain-Eating Rot & Roll"?
maybe this time I'll actually remember some of the show.
damn, I gotta come up with a new clown outfit.
oooh, The Passion of The Clown....
oh, NO.
ooh, and once I'm really good and loaded, I can turn water into wine. I just cheg a bunch of cold water as fast as I can and like magic, there is wine everywhere.
i think my costume should somehow involve a raincoat.
Now I remember why I dated you...
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The zombie band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out zombies sing.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the graveyard block
was dancin' to the Zombie Rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Putrid Gang.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the graveyard block
was dancin' to the Zombie Rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest dead girl I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and eat some tasty brains with me."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the graveyard block
was dancin' to the Zombie Rock.
Walpurgisnacht is the 30th. (the exact "cross-quarter" is even later).
But then, it's a party, not a planet.