This weekend, rather than battle the throngs of puking zombies on the streets of Vancouver, we did what any hip young city slickers would do. We stayed in, dressed up as unidentifiable members of the undead and played some games.
“You stayed in to play ‘games’! Just the three of you?!”, I hear you exclaim. “That’s not very hip!” Please, allow me to continue. Some of these were DRINKING GAMES. Oh yes.
And some games won PRIZES. Prizes like hand sanitizer, and this lust-worthy Keith Urban stick on tattoo.
So now who’s not hip? Eh?