But What If?

Last night, Gregg had a dream that he was surrounded by naked college girl zombies. He was trying to find me in the crowd and was afraid that I had already been killed. I told him that next time he dreams that we are characters in a pornographic horror movie he should look for me in the trees.

My circle has become obsessed with zombies. We have an apartment zombie escape plan. We have a meeting place. We have escape vehicles and an escape route. We are all hoping that we will encounter bumbling “Shawn of the Dead” zombies and not the crazed “28 days later” zombies. If it’s a visit from the latter I would die of a heart attack on the spot anyway. It’s interesting how one joke-filled conversation can turn into a lifestyle gimmick.

I spent all of yesterday afternoon trying to organize a photo shoot for our next project. We needed photos to work with for the show posters. I conned Gregg and Jenelle into modeling for me. I hired my friend Tonja, who is here for a month from the UK (she is going to photojournalism school) and set up the space. I had a voicemail from Tony this morning informing me in a panicked voice that I should cancel the shoot. Apparently the design team has decided to go with another image. Grrrrrrr. Have I mentioned that I am looking to take over the ridiculous operation? The first thing I’ll do is get rid of the design team. Firm but Fair.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I am off to the pub with my fellow photo shoot rejects. We heard a rumor that there’s a covered smoking porch at the Cat and Fiddle.