In recent years, it wouldn’t stay dead and it also started to stink. This year, the venerable Zombie Pub Crawl — perhaps the Twin Cities’ greatest single contribution to pop culture at large since Prince did backflips in a G-string — is embracing its big, bad self.
It’s that time of year again. The leaves are turning, the air is crisp, the rotted flesh is falling from the faces of the masses lumbering down Washington Avenue looking for a beer buzz. In other words, it’s time for the Zombie Pub Crawl.