A trip to Portland for the West Coast Haunters Convention. I put together my idea for a Canadian stereotype: the zombie lumberjack. Originally I was planning on wielding the chainsaw, but thought it would be more fun if it were through me. Due to time and physics restraints I had to settle for not having the chainsaw running (I tried). Also pictured from our excursion to Voodoo Donuts is Angie (Dead Spider): the costume contest winning zombie waitress, Grant: the zombie Mountie, and Sean: Alistair Craine.
Thursday, July 04, 2013
I got hired to put on a haunted house at the Arbutus Club. It was to be zombie themed and contained in 3 inflatable rooms. I decided to turn it into an overrun army mobile lab. We didn't have a lot of time or money to work with, but what we might have lacked in decoration, I think we made up for in scares. Apologies for the flash photos.
Our set for 2012 was going to be a crypt. When we found out that the rest of the haunt had a bit of a backwoods hillbilly theme we added an element. This was no ordinary crypt, this was a crypt being used to cure sausages. And these were no ordinary sausages...
Halloween night, a Wednesday if I recal. Checked out the Waldorf for the first and possibly last time. The only part I liked was the $14 drinks served in coconuts. My costume for the evening was an escaped mental patient. Anyone who takes issue with a negative portrayal of mental health issues may pull the stick from their rectum: it's Halloween! Anyway, straight jacket with one arm free, sweatpants and slippers. We had to leave the Waldorf though when they refused to play The Monster Mash, believing incorrectly that the French version was way better.
This year I didn't have the time I had last year to work on a costume so I needed something quick. I've had the idea for a smoldering fireman for a while (just never been sure if it's in bad taste or not). This year we were going to the party at SinCity so I figured the fireman costume would work within their loose fetish theme, and be comfortable to wear. My twist was that I was going to be smoking. With a rented $1600 battery powered fog machine strapped to my waist, and another smaller one run up through my helmet, I was good to go... Until they both stopped working before I even got into the club. Alas. Didn't get any good photos either.