At our house, we can be a little morbid. I know this. Some kids are scared of the dark or get nightmares from scary movies. My kids, they were raised on spooky flicks. In fact, I almost had Tayler in a movie theater. Not really, but when I saw Darkness Falls while 9 months pregnant, I swear I almost went into labor. Intense.
When Damon was in preschool, the teacher raised concern that when they drew clowns, he drew a monster clown with fangs and claws. I feigned surprise as Damon proudly showed his rendition of “Killer Klowns from Outerspace.” A classic at the Whitaker home. Halloween is our gory glory. We laugh where others fear…or vomit. My kids are going to be demented like me. I daresay they ARE the things that go bump in the night.
When Friday the 13th rolls around, I automatically know I have plans. They include the same group of people and roughly the same agenda: scary movies, awesome eats. (Tonight we have plans to watch as many movies as we can stay up for while feasting Zombie style on BBQ spare ribs. I can’t wait!) But earlier this year something rare and amazing happened: my favorite day fell on my favorite person’s birthday. So it was that to celebrate my hubby Shea’s 33rd year of life, we all had a party to die for. January the 13th, a freaky friday like no other, will live on in lore.
I was inspired by Charity’s posts of plaid and tweed and required, for the first time ever, a dress code. Anything zombie. The deader the better. Damon (or Daemon?) was great in a shredded white tailed tuxedo top and his, umm, bloody nub. Even Zaida (3) got into the action. She couldn’t wait for the “Jombie” party and asks me every day when we get to be Jombies again.
And by far my favorite picture is Bruce McClellan with my kids. Now Brucie was responsible for my training, growing up, in all things gruesome. He personally made sure I knew the classics, like Nosferatu and Frankenstein and continued with B-grade flicks like “Attack of the Killer Shrews” and “Them.” He took me to every haunted house in the valley and shared his ghost hunting skills. I thank/blame him for my corruption. Now he is working on the next generation. Love that man.
Edibles: Gruesome Deliciousness is one of my favorite pass times. Go ahead, ask me for my recipe for meat rats [meatloaf shaped like rats with gooey red cheesy guts complete with lunch meat ears (they shrivel just right) and a beef jerky tail]. Or maybe you want my monster mashed potatoes: they look like a heaping scoop of guts on your plate but they taste great! This night featured classic finger foods and, in pure zombie decadence, a giant chocolate brain cake.
The main event was a zombie walk. We had a fog machine and strobe and hosted a zombie parade in the front yard. Oh, if I only knew how to get the footage off my outdated camera onto the computer! But imagine an episode of “Walking Dead” in my front yard. The twitching, ambling, empty stare of my most beloved friends and family make me absolutely giddy. The parade of the underage undead was probably my favorite part. Really warms a mother’s heart to see the kids get so into their roles.
So what are you doing tonight? May I suggest you get in touch with your dark side? Explore the horror? Gather your loved ones and make it a movie night macabre. I recommend Monster House or Ghost Busters for beginners. Walking Dead for the more advanced. Way more advanced.
Each Friday the 13h, I encourage my kids to fully express their gruesomeness in the hopes that for the rest of the year, we can walk more nobly in the land of the living. Cheers!