Halloween: Day 23. Orlando Zombie Ball @ Firestone
Day 23 definitely tops anything we've done so far.
When researching Halloween things in Orlando, I came across a Halloween party at Firestone called Zombie Ball. I immediately knew we'd attend.
In college, Firestone was THE club in downtown Orlando to party. This two-story club featured great music, cheap drinks and a fun vibe lacking in pretension. I didn't know if the atmosphere had changed since I moved to LA, but for nostalgia purposes I was willing to risk it.
Plus, we got free tickets.
The party was costume mandatory with a prize for best costume. While Tom and I put a lot of thought into our Halloween costumes, we had no intention of traveling them across the country. We figured we'd piecemeal something together from my parent's house.
Kim, on the other hand, was determined to win the costume contest. She spent a lot of time replicating her:
(That's Michonne from WALKING DEAD, for those that don't know... like me.)
Aaron complimented her outfit by dressing like a zombie hunter. All together, we looked pretty fierce:
I know, I know. My costume is the SEXIEST lion you've ever seen.
Oh, you thought I was a bear? So did everyone else.
Firestone offered free drinks from 8p-9p, so we arrived shortly after 8. We were surprised to find a long line that wrapped around the corner. Turns out, there was a haunted maze everyone had to go through before entering the venue. Small groups were sent in intervals. The maze was presented by the Petrified Forest, which we attended the Saturday before. I expected something terrifying, because employees at the venue distributed these warnings while we waited in line:
I've only heard of waivers distributed before mazes where the scare-ers can touch you. I fully anticipated some goblin to jump from a dark corner and shake me like a baby in those "Never Never Never Shake a Baby" ads.
It didn't happen. Once we entered the club, we were lead upstairs into a room with a green laser light that obstructed our view of the floor. Green vines clung to the ceiling in an attempt to emulate a swamp. Despite their efforts, the swamp scare-ers were clearly visible under the fog and laser light. Still, I screamed when they jumped at me because I didn't want to be a party pooper. No one likes party poopers. I also appreciated the effort. How many clubs offer a maze?
The maze dumped us on the overcrowded outside patio. The free drinks were served at a small bar in the center, forcing me through a wall of people to get to. The inside bar was closed for some reason, until the impending fire hazard grew and the good people at Firestone FINALLY opened the door. Tom and I beelined to the opposite end of the club so we could escape the zombie throng and sip on Halloween themed beverages:
I recommend the Zombie Punch.
When I turned to the dance floor, I was happy to discover Firestone still knows how to through a party. Overhead, gymnasts hung from ribbons.
Fire dancers and fire eaters performed on the main stage, where a DJ spun music.
At one point, a flash mob broke out to Thriller and the Monster Mash. We danced, drank and posed for photos with our favorite costumes.
Sadly, Kim did not win the costume competition, but we did get our photos in the Orlando Weekly. We're so famous!!
We left around 11, because Kim had to work the next day. Tom, Aaron and I continued to party at Independent Bar. At 2am, as we rode a pedicab back to our cars, I got a potentially life-changing call from Erica. Life-changing in a good way, not a bad way. But it meant I had to be back in LA by Sunday. My trip to Texas would be cut short. At the very least, I could still attend Tom's friend's wedding.
All in all, Day 23 of Halloween was a night to remember.