If there’s one thing that most people know about zombies, it’s that zombies eat brains. Just take the three-year-old niece of my dear friend Patra; when questioned on the dietary habits of your average North American zombie, she scrunches her peachy little face and responds, “braaaaaaaiiins.” I hear it’s pretty cute.

It’s a much lesser known bit of trivia that zombies love drinks. That’s why the Second Annual Zombie Pub Crawl wasn’t just about dressing up like super disgusting re-animated dead bodies, it was also about drinking. And drinking a lot.

Angie and I didn’t really have any brains on Saturday – the liquor-laced Jello brain mold was gone, go figure – but we did have several beers and several shots. And most importantly, we had these many drinks with some really fun people.

The turn out was great. The STrib figured around 250 zombies, but there’s no way that’s accurate. Throughout the night there was well around 400+ in attendance, and that’s not even counting those damn pirates.

But it’s not just numbers that were important, it was the coolness of everyone who showed up. Just look at the pictures. This was a really good group of slightly unstable folks.

Why quality over quantity? Well, you probably don’t know this about me, but I’m on this new diet. I’m only taking in good vibes. A few days ago I was sitting in my cube at work, reviewing the “ENEMIES LIST” that I’ve got hanging up in the sightline of everyone who walks by and I thought to myself, “I should really only be dealing with cool people.” That might sound like some new age hippie self help bullshit, but that’s what I’m doing. Nothing but people with good vibes, alive or un-dead.

So along with many drinks and no brains, Angie and I also devoured a smorgasbord of good vibes at the Zombie Pub Crawl.

Oh, and speaking of good vibes, you might not know this, but someone gets a little mouthy when she’s had a few drinks.