So, sure, you know that I’m a bit of a nerd, or that I’m Canadian. You might know that I dye my hair a lot or love David Lynch movies. But did you know that I’m a Guinness World Record holder? That’s right.
Me and 4,231 other people.
Over the Canada Day / Independence Day weekend I joined in with an American crew to set the Guinness World Record for Largest Zombie Walk. While my signed and stamped name is included on a list of participants somewhere, I admit I kind of sidestepped the theme and went as Shauna of the Dead.
I hate zombies. I loathe them. I’m fairly certain that they will attack me and everyone I love one day. (I have spent a fair bit of time wondering if zombies eat cats. Will I need to keep an eye on mine when the apocalypse comes, or can I just stick them in a box somewhere and go back later? Zombie canon is a little vague on this point.) I certainly would not dress up as one, on principle, although I applaud my very well-costumed friends and fellow Walkers.
By the way, true friendship is not beating someone compulsively with a cardboard cricket bat even as they are spewing red foamy chunks (brought on by eating antacid tabs) down their putrid shirtfront.
heh heh. Sorry if we managed to gross you out a bit at the Zombie walk. I was amazed how much of that actually washed out of the shirt. I guess I’ll have to try harder next year.
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Oh heck, being grossed out at a zombie walk is par for the course. I would have expected nothing less, and you looked very suitably TERRIFYING.