The Zombie Attack

About 1 week after I became suddenly single my friends decided we should have a girl's night out. So we got dressed up ( for us anyway which for one of us meant she would wear white socks with her jeans, you know who you are! and continually bring up that fact so we all couldn't help but notice ) we had 2 designated drivers, just in case. We got dropped off at this place that I don't believe I had ever been before, but it's on Rte 211. We go in and sit down the bartender asks what we're drinking I have no idea so one of the girls says " we're having Zombies " So I thought OK whatever a Zombie is that's what we're having. Still don't know what a Zombie is but the one thing I do know is that I will never have another one! I get my Zombie it tastes really good and I drink it, fast. The bartender brings me another one and I drink that one, it's then that I stand up to go to the ladies room, my daughter in law goes with me, good thing. I was OK or at least I thought so. On the way back I decide to get some air and I go outside. There is a man standing outside smoking and he takes one look at me and says " Zombie huh? " I smile or at least I think I smiled and he said well " do yourself a favor and don't have 2 " I said " too late ". He laughs and says " then you might want to go over there and have a seat on the steps you don't look so good ". I don't know if he went in and got my friends or if they just came looking for me on their own but they all came out to me. I could hear them talking as if in a dream " oh she doesn't look so good, do you think she's gonna get sick, what should we do etc., etc. " Well they didn't have to wait long to get the answers to those questions. The next thing ya know I'm puking on the side of Rte 211. A friend that I am so incredibly blessed to have, held my hair and rubbed my back. They did have this discussion on how lady like I puked ( if there is such a thing as lady like puking ), while I puked. The only thing I remember saying is " I guess I showed him puking on the side of Rte 211, yeah how do you like me now?" I know we all laughed that I can remember, what comes next is blurry. I know both of our designated drivers showed up to witness the spectacle, and get us home. I remember my friend trying to help me walk but I kept taking these GIANT steps like I was walking up this HUGE hill and she kept saying "put your leg down, isn't anyone going to help me with her? why is she taking these GIANT steps? " Then she made a reference to me being short and her being tall so it would work better if a shorter person was helping me walk up that HUGE non existent hill. But we made it into the house and I did survive the night I was attacked by Zombies. That's my story and I'm sticking to it those Zombies attacked me and I'm lucky to have survived:)