And so the birthday came to pass. I even played along, contrary to my nature, and let it all be a surprise. Though I did make a comment about “maybe we’ll be dressing up as zombies”. (Andrew did tell me we’d get messy, and to bring extra clothes…)
Got to Toronto and parked. As it turned out, directly across the street from the surprise: the Diesel Playhouse. Oh yes… Evil Dead, The Musical. But not yet. Did some shopping — somehow my birthday meant buying shoes and a NAS for Andrew. Then had a delicious, meat-tastic dinner at Korean Grill House. (Srsly, must get my family to that place. Dad would never leave.) 🙂
After a wander back and a quick time-killing coffee, it was… zombie time! Really fun show. More swearing, crotch-grabbing, and boob shaking than I think I’ve ever seen on stage. Culture! Oh, and as a side note of awesomeness, the in-house music (before the show, during intermission, etc.) was all 80s hair metal. Rawk!
Given the thoroughly carnivorous nature of the restaurant, this cracked us up.
We wondered if they had copyright approval for any of these…
The stage and The Necronomicon… OooOooOooh…
Andrew got the GOOD tickets — perverts’ row… I mean, The Splatter Zone. They offer you ponchos, but unlike a few of the pussies up there with us, we went and bought white t-shirts and I just wrapped my purse in my poncho. (What? It’s leather.) This is Andrew with the ham. It was flung by a zombie after she bit a character and ripped it off his leg. 🙂 It’s sitting on the edge of the stage. That’s how close we were…
They weren’t stingy with the fake blood. Thrown, squirted, raining from the ceiling… Both Andrew and the drunk woman on my other side got nailed way worse than I did. That said, my splatter was more “artful”.
Braaaaaaaaainnnnssss!! (I think Andrew’s red eyes are a nice touch, no?)
An actual exchange…
Andrew: “I can’t believe you didn’t have your tongue out for the last shot!”
Melle: “I was arching my eyebrow in an Ash-like fashion. Ash doesn’t do tongue.”
Andrew: “Well, not on stage, anyway…”
Ba-dum-CHING! Thanks, we’re here all week. Try the veal!
My brand new white t-shirt. The blood washes off fairly easily, but do I really want to wash it?
All in all, a fabulously fun show and a truly splendid birthday. Many, many thanks to Andrew for his sneaky efforts, and to everyone for the lovely birthday wishes. 🙂