In The Velvet Darkness, of the Blackest Night...
There's a shining star (that must hurt)
No matter what or who you are...
Ahhh, Rocky Horror Picture Show. I've lost count of how many times I filled my handbag with toast, toilet paper, rice, cards, a bic lighter, newspaper, a water pistol and rubber gloves. Many a Friday or Saturday night in college, I'd either go with friends or hop a train to Lynbrook and see it solo.
It's on TV right now. That's like going to an amusement park and no one is there. The fun of RHPS is the AUDIENCE participation. The come backs to all the lines.
When I moved to Maryland, the nearest showing was in DC. Thus, the only time I got to yell "That man has no F'ing neck!" is when I went back up to Long Island for a weekend visit. Once here in Florida, one of my CM's portrayed Eddie in a Play Along cast at the theatre that shows it in St. Pete Beach. Too far for me to drive over and back home at 2am.
It ends up it is playing here in Lakeland. This weekend. How cool is that?
I may be forty something, but in my heart, I'm still a kid who wants to do the Time Warp!