I’m not talking about bread and butter, Flaming Hot Cheetos with garlic dip, or mayonnaise and rice (The latter is the concoction of my roommate, KittyLady. I personally think it’s deplorable and take no responsibility should you choose to mimic her.) The Ultimate Combo is… *drumroll* Zombies and Beer! I know that you think this is made up but I insist that it exists.

It strikes me as I write this that if someone didn’t believe me I might pass this off as some religion clinging to it unwaveringly through any adversity I encounter. I believe it but you may vehemently deny it. Those that have experienced it can join the fold as it were.

Anyhow, what I’m actually refering to is a special production that Seattle Children’s Theater put on of Night of the Living Dead. For the first experimental time ever, they did a 21+ night with beer for donations. I imagine the person who schemed this up not so much what one would imagine as a marketing director in a suit or some other thing like that, but rather a mad scientist. They would wring their fingers in anticipation as the insanity coalesces into some tangible form of what could only be described in one encapsulating word: glorious.

In theory, that is exactly was it was. Is it wrong to get tingles from thinking of flesh-eating undead denizens while you sip on an adult beverage? Possibly decadent? The play was great and plenty funny. My libations, I’m sure played some part in my perspective of the play though. The beer was an IPA which, I’m not really keen on but there was no other option. I look forward to the opportunity to do something along similar vein. There is rumbling rumor on the horizon of doing the Wizard of Oz on a 21+ night.

I also agreed to go to plays and musicals more often(read: more than never) with KittyLady who gets the fancy for that sort of thing every now and then. Perhaps, I’m trying to remedy my being a bad gay by infusing my life with theater. It is requisite after all.

-J