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November 1, 2005
Rocky Horror, Small Town Style
The island's "art theater" did two Halloween showings of RHPS, and encouraged audience participation.
So Brad and Kat, Todd and Bronwyn and a friend, and Dawnise and I loaded up bags with rice, squirt guns, toast, confetti, rubber gloves, etc. etc. and went to the early show at 7 last night (sign #1 that you're getting to be an old fart - you go to the early Rocky showing).
The audience was mostly to young for my comfort (sign #2 that you're getting to be an old fart - you think RHPS isn't "appropriate" for young teenagers) and were definitely far to young to be that drunk (sign #3 - you have a hard time finding drunk teenagers "cute"). When I was 16 I might have found the sight of wobbly 14 year-olds traipsing around in their knickers to be a plus, but now it's just sorta sad.
Having said all that - it was a good time. We laughed, listened to the gradual ongoing shift in the banter (much of it is the same, but bits change over time) and went back to Brad and Kats' place to make fun of it all (and pick rice out of places rice has no business being) when it was over. As Brad pointed out - a "Halloween only" showing of Rocky is, by definition, weak tea - but I'm not sure my lifestyle is compatible with the "real thing" anymore.
I think that's probably a good thing, really.
Posted by dberger at November 1, 2005 11:56 AM