A Surprise Zombie Blogger

Last night Kiefer and I participated in a zombie bar crawl. Blah, blah, blah. More about this later.

Guess who I met? Hippie Cahier!

Words alone cannot describe how excited I was to meet her, but because I forgot to take a picture, I’ll do my best.

My cell rings, and it’s Hippie.

Jumping off my bar stool, I squeeze Kiefer’s arm and scream, “It’s Hippie!” I’m not entirely sure he understood because I was already half way out the door.

I ditch Kiefer and walk up the street at lightning speed to meet her. (Zombies don’t run.)

On my way up the street, I started to panic slightly because I’d never met a fellow blogger.

  • What if she thinks I’m a dork?
  • What if she thinks I’m no where near as funny in person as I am on my blog?
  • What if I suddenly forget how to speak and string coherent sentences together? Then I’ll have to pass her notes all night.
  • What if the zombie make-up I’m wearing gives me some type of high and makes me forget my manners and do embarrassing stuff?
  • OH MY GOD, I’m dressed like a zombie! What kind of a first impression does that make?

After introductions, this wonderful, wonderful woman did something to put me entirely at ease.

She passed me some Pop-Tarts.

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I eat lots of sugar. It's the only way to keep up with my new baby and to outrun zombies. View all posts by thoughtsappear

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