The event is being held at the Cochrane Agricultural Society Grounds, a mere 15-minute drive (roughly a 4-day lurch) from our temporary home in The Spooky Forest. A little too close for comfort.
Being renowned for her Creative Gift Basketry Skills, the insomniac volunteered to make another for this event. Having learned a few important lessons from her previous effort, it went much smoother this time around. Still, at the end, cellophane was all that was available, ensuring the contents of this gift basket are no more visible than they were in the last one.
Raffle tickets for this and various other prizes can be purchased at the event; all proceeds being donated to Kids Cancer Care, the charity of choice for the 2013 Zombie Survivor Event.
|There might be some tasty brains in those little cement heads ...|
Although the very idea of 200 zombies should be enough to give any sensible person pause, the insomniac plans to squelch her unease by methodically working her way through the medley of offerings from the various food trucks who will be in attendance, and who apparently have no qualms whatsoever about attending a function with so many of the undead. None of the mobile eateries appear to have brains on the menu though, so there probably won't be much of a lineup. *
Should that prove ineffective, the plan is to then proceed to the End of the World Party (and the beer gardens), and share a cold one while having a heart-to-heart with whomsoever is in charge of the Undead Horde, in hopes of convincing him/her/it that the abandoned building on the neighbouring property really wouldn't be all that suitable for their next base camp once the race is finished, and really isn't worth the 4-day stagger to check it out. And should that not end well, the final plan is to slip away before nightfall and commence construction of very high barricade around the trailer.
For more details, visit the Zombie Survivor Calgary Website and Facebook Page. Other than the zombies, it promises to be a fun event.
Until next time, the insomniac wishes you nights of blissful sleep filled with pleasant dreams. Depending on how much shut-eye she manages to get the night before, it might be difficult to distinguish her from the rest of the stumbling horde. Goodnight, my pretties.
* When you think about it, the 2500 participants are sort of a mobile eatery themselves, aren't they?