outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary

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Rocky Horrific

I've experienced something I bet you haven't: a singing Spooky. It's true! He may deny it, but the man was distinctly and unmistakably singing along to the (They Might Be Giants?) song in the skit prior to Rocky Horror.

I heard it with my own ears.

Yes, and that was not the only bizarre happening on that evening. 1) When I came across Plastron and Spooky, they were speaking to an anti-entropy cult member who was offended by Spooky's pro-entropy shirt. 2) We were given pixy sticks by a random stranger. 3) We proceeded to eat said sticks. 4) Plastron came for drinks but would not accompany us to the show (hmmm....) 5) Live softcore porn to start off the night's main attraction. 6) We watchd a girl's "cherry" be popped right in front of us. 7) Candy landing in our laps, and again, eating this candy.

Frankly -- frankly -- I would have enjoyed the show equally well, if not more, if there was no in-aisle dancing, no acting out, no singing, no cat calling, and no cherry popping to stomach alongside it. It became very clear after about ten minutes why Plastron was avoiding this experience. She needn't have worried, however, as we three (Spooky, another friend of mine, and I) were none too enthusiastic about participating ourselves. In fact, we sat in the very last row and did nothing more than groan inwardly and out for our own specific reasons (was that poor little virgin stripped down to her skivvies even of age? yeah I think so, but still, goddammit). No one bothered us. She would have been in good non-participatory company. Still, her fears were well-reasoned.

My favorite part was the live porn (which my friend missed, and was very disappointed about). I also enjoyed the two girls kissing pre-porn, but then one of the girls ended up being the cherry-popped one, coloring my earlier memories of her. Poor kid. This is not something she'll be writing home to Ma and Pa about.

I don't know how Spooky enjoyed the debacle. When we parted (with a handshake; what kind of dork am I?) he didn't mention it -- and after Carmen, well, I can only guess. Ann liked it, the movie at least, which was gratifying, if not strictly true. I liked the movie too and even appreciated the audience interaction when it was as tame as throwing rice for the wedding scenes, for example. The rest of it, I have no idea, they all knew what they were saying but its content beats the crap outta me. Ever been to a church service where everyone is chanting something and you don't know from whence they pulled it? I wonder if there's some published Rocky Horror play-along script that everyone owns a dusty copy of.

All these dangling participles are you gifts for, Spooky.

Ah kay. Other than that, the weekend was gorgeously loverlyly wonderful. Oh precious, precious three day weekends. Friday: went to the mall to tux shop for the wedding, bought a present for my godmother. Score! Saturday, went grocery shopping and gorged on the results. Went to the gym, went to see Rocky Horror with the gang. Sunday, brunched on yet other results of the grocery shopperage, and stayed in our pajamas until five.

Yay!

This week is going great too; it's Tuesday, but it's Thursday! You marvelous holiday week you. My sister is coming for dinner tonight, and I will blabber on stupidly about all my Christmas plans (which are coming together spuh-LENDidly, I think I have now matched each person with a corresponding fabulous gift), and we will make our grandfather a get-well fall foliage collage. Tomorrow I'll be meeting her and my father and a couple Bostonian cousins for a Vietnamese lunch before they all rush off to start their Thanksgiving breaks, with my brother who's flying in in the afternoon. I'll have to head back to work to make up the time, but that's ok, because I have plans to buy and grow some narcissus bulbs for my grandmother from the nursery down the street. SO excited about this Christmas.

You know what's the best though? Post-Christmas discontinuity. It sucks to have to go back to your same routine after the holidays, have a paper due the Tuesday you come back, have to work a late shift that Monday, have bills to pay on New Year's...not for me this year! This year I'm making a total break with my present life. By the time Christmas rolls around, I'll be DONE with this job. I can sit back and enjoy everything, then pack up my belongings and my Rob and go off and start fresh. It's the best idea I ever had!

I'm trying to get the Nielsen guy to come tonight or tomorrow to uninstall the equipment. Release me from my Nielsen bonds! I've enjoyed having a voice in the television business, but I want to be free now. I want to be able to make fun of John Edward and the anti-homosexual evangelist network without anyone thinking I'm actually watching that crap.

Rob has mailed the paper work for our apartment. Maybe, just maybe, we'll have a place to live when we arrive in Tucson.

My favorites are Magenta and Riff Raff! Who are yours?

Gah! ADDENDUM! I forgot to goo and gush over how awesome I think Tim Curry is in this movie. I love how Frank N Furter runs the gamut of personalities, from arrogant and manipulative to fawning to jealous and spiteful to angry and vengeful to vulnerable and pained...it's not the best of peronalities, but it's a gamut all right. He's such an awesome character. Does anyone say awesome anymore?