365 True Things: 202/Zombies

This morning I volunteered at the 2nd Annual Zombie Run in Pebble Beach, a benefit for the local fire department. As part of the festivities there is ongoing Zumba (I did not partake), as well as face-painting. First Serena got herself an awesome makeover, and when Nadene decided to get one too, I wandered over to take pictures of her transformation. The second artist's chair opened up, and she asked if I'd like to get my face done. I said nah. But then as I stood and watched—on the sidelines, as usual—I thought, Oh heck, why not? After all, I did just the other day say I wanted to lighten up more. What better opportunity?

I was smiling a little: it was so silly!
Nadene and Serena were properly solemn . . . or rather, ghoulish.

I enjoyed watching the first season of The Walking Dead, once it came out on DVD, and always thought it looked like the zombies had the most fun of anyone on that series.

Of course, there's more to being a zombie than face paint.

Still, it was fun to be part of the crowd that was playing along today.

On our way home, we stopped to fill up the truck and forgot we were made up. The looks we got! A family of tourists from up north was walking past and asked if they could take our picture with their teenage daughter.

When Ivan, one of the SAR deputies, showed up to pay for our fuel, Nadene and I wondered if we could get a photo of the three of us. He said sure, and asked if he could point his gun at us. ("It takes two shots to the head to kill a zombie," he observed.) I think that would have made an excellent picture, but of course we didn't do it.

Ivan asked young Justin why he didn't get made up, and Justin answered, "Because I'm a mature adult."

For one day (or a few hours, at any rate), it was fun not being a mature adult.