No More Empty Fortune Cookies

This weekend was packed full o fun!
It started out on Friday with a fabulous Halloween party over at my friend's house. They live in the same neighborhood as us, so it was really nice to not have far to go to get home.
I was a fairy, and being a fairy, I had big purple wings.

I learned an invaluable lesson on Friday night. Fairy wings and jello shots don't mix. Actually, Fairy wings, jello shots, and a house full of candles, people, and drinks don't mix. Wifester was the Karate Kid, and I think she got the better deal. She wore extremely comfy clothes and flip flops all night. Oh well, I was super cute in my pink and purple multi-colored striped knee high socks. The other lesson I learned was never wear a wig when you plan on doing shots all night. I kept having to hold my wig, while slamming back a shot, only to end up with a sideways wig. Unfortunately, Wifester forgot her camera, so we were left to use cell phones to try to capture photos of ourselves, but as soon as the hostess sends me the photos she took, I'll be sure to post them!
Saturday was a day of recovery. Although the plan was to get up and hit the flea market, we ended up staying in and laying low all day. Which was perfectly fine with me. By Sunday morning, the alcohol had made it's way out of our systems and we were raring to go, so we headed on over to the flea market and spent hours there. Then we headed downtown to catch the Zombie Walk. Yup, you heard me right. The Zombie WALK!! We were surrounded by the undead in the middle of the So-Bro District of downtown Nashville! They gathered at Riverfront Park, and honestly, I was having a bit of trouble distinguishing some of the zombies from some of the park's transient residents. It was sinfully amusing to watch one poor woman, who kept trying to sleep off whatever it was that probably caused her to end up living in the park to begin with, as she was jolted awake by the realization that a zombie just passed by. She'd jump, sit upright, shake her head, then lay back down. A few minutes later, she'd catch a glimpse of another, and the bolt to upright, head-shake, frightened/confused look, followed by the inevitable nod off to oblivion that would soon follow again. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry for her.
I did see a zombie I know! My old roommate, one of the Party Boys! It was wonderful to see him and catch up and all that jazz. As zombies go, he looked great. I was glad Wifester got to meet him too. She's heard so many stories, and finally there was a face, undead as it was, to put with the tales. And we were able to reminisce and give each other confirmation that we are both in much better places today than we were back in those days. Always good to see an old friend.
Wifester did remember her camera for the Zombie Walk, here's some of what she captured:






for more zombies, check out Wifester's Flickr