Saturday, my friend Michaela invited me out to see the late-night showing of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” I’d seen the movie twice before and never got into it. The rest of my knowledge concerning “Rocky Horror” came from that episode of “Drew Carey” I saw where Drew and his friends had a Time Warp dance-off against the transvestites from “Priscilla: Queen of the Desert.” But, hey, my friend was performing in the shadow cast and I was allowed to go in for free as long as I kept a flashlight on the performers for the whole thing. I figured why not?
It was pretty freakin’ awesome. I finally get Rocky Horror and I recommend the experience to anyone.
The first 40 minutes before the show started was made up of a costume contest with crappy prizes. I was told to wear something, but all I could bring myself to wear in the spirit of the occasion was a suit with the shirt untucked and a tie worn around my head like a bandana.
But the real fun begins when the show starts. I won’t give too much away, but it’s basically like watching “Mystery Science Theater 3000” live and involves toilet paper and toast. Plus a bunch of people running around in their underwear. All good things. And all you have to put up with are a few naked guys wearing golden thongs in the audience (the bikini girls make up for them.)
The rest of my weekend entailed watching “Max Payne” on Friday with Terrence and Brit (and eating pasta at Buca’s) as well as getting my computer back (now equipped with a GeForce 9800 – extended warranty rocks!), beating “Kingdom Hearts II” on Hard Mode, resuming work on “Incinerations,” and beginning a game on “Mass Effect.” I also did the dishes, bought some groceries, and folded laundry.
But sadly, no picnic.
Also on Thursday, I finally said goodbye to my support group and moved on back to my normal life. It was one of those really emotional moments where a guy doesn’t find out how much he’s loved until he leaves everyone because I wound up getting hugs for five minutes straight (one of them took up half that time.) If it weren’t for the confidentiality agreements, I would’ve gladly taken some of those people home. Or at least one of them (if you’re google-stalking me, you know who you are.) But I guess the whole point of the group was to recreate those connections in the outside world the same way I did it inside. At least I get my evenings back.