Welp, in mere hours, it’ll be time once again for the you-know-what. I’ve said the word “zombie” so many times this week that I’m kind of tired of it and would like to not say it again for a few months. So it goes. Every year.
I’m paranoid about turnout, of course. I always imagine that it will be, like, thirty people, all of whom will be immensely bored. It’ll be good. I know it will. It’s just that, every year, so many people around me who are so seemingly gung-ho about it drop out at the last minute. Shit happens, this I know. But that kind of thing skews my perception of the whole and I assume that everyone is going to spontaneously decide not to show up. And that’s when I get to start kicking myself for not doing a better job of getting the word out. Even though, damn, we got on Fox 13 news last week (even though they did tell everyone the wrong date) and we’re in Friday’s paper and I’ve seen a fair amount of web buzz about it. And I’ve been slogging through the nightmare that is MySpace for months and months, making sure the kids know all the details.
It’ll be fine.
Breathe breathe breathe.
The only thing that’s going to suck about it is running around, trying to make sure people take the correct turns, and trying to take pictures that don’t suck. All while being completely out of shape. That I don’t look forward to. So if you see me running around and I’m not, shall we say, verbose, it’s probably because I’m out of damn breath and don’t want you to see me pant. And sweat. Which I will also be doing because it is going to be very warm.
Can you tell I’m nervous? I haven’t even had anything to drink to fuel this bloggeherrea. I’m just straight-up anxious.
Okay. I’ve got to clean up a bit since I’ll have a houseguest. And I should probably go to sleep at some point and hope this hurty throat I’ve got going will disappear overnight. The hurtiness, that is. I’d like to keep the throat.
we are all supa proud of you for helping to put this whole thing together. hands down one of the coolest things about memphis. i’m taking my folks to a redbirds game tonight or else i’d be stumbling along and moaning with everyone else, but we’ll spin by on the way down so i can show off.
What Dave said, minus the whole ballgame thing, plus some whining like a little child about how my fut hurts, although walking with a pronounced limp would probably be perfect for a zombie march if I didn’t have another commitment. You’re awesome, and it’ll be awesome.
its gonna rule. we can’t wait.
And yeah, you rock for putting this thing all together and making it happen.
Don’t worry about the turn-out, there are a fuckton of people showing up who haven’t said anything about it on the interwebs. My therapist is going, a couple of my co-workers, and at least 4 of my students. Most of these folks decided at the last minute to do this, so I think they cancel out the people who back out at the last second.
My kids and I are meeting with someone from a local high school’s theater department to zombify us this afternoon. Thanks so much for working to organize something that is free and fun! I’m very new to Memphis, so this is my first time and I’m stoked about it.
cutest.
zombie…
EVAR