Sunday, October 9, 2011

Dear zombie pub crawl,

I've been hearing about you for years.  Of course, I've never been able to go.  I thought, just maybe you would fall after my 21st birthday this year and I would be able to go, but sadly, that didn't happen.  Bummer.  Well, I just have to stick around the Twin Cities so that I can go next year. 

I think the best part of (not going to) the zombie pub crawl is seeing everyone the next day.  I imagine everyone stumbles home, full of liquor and brains, and falls asleep immediately.  The thing that no one does is take off their fake blood, so everyone walks around campus today covered in black marks of death and red bloodstains.  It makes it look like all of campus got into a crazy brawl last night.

Also, it's the 9th of October, and I'm sitting outside regretting that I'm not wearing sunscreen.  What is this world. 


love,
hannah

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