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seldneiI just found out that yesterday was the 35th anniversary of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I knew Scott before we went to Rocky Horror, but we were aquaintences. And when my friend and I wanted to go to Rocky Horror, like, for real (as opposed to the half-assed way I'd done it before, with about ten friends and a whole two other people in the theater) ... well, Scott's friend had a thing for either me or my friend, and Scott had a car.
So I ended up in a car with this dude from my writing class and his friend I barely knew, driving to St. Louis ("Missouri?" everyone asked after we got back. Yes, Missouri. I saw the arch the next day.) to see Rocky Horror.
I remember a lot about that night: driving in Bob the Reagle Beagle; playing those stupid "yes/no" question games ("If he had seen the sawdust, it never would have happened"); running around a playground after dark; sitting on the grass with Scott, who I was liking more and more as the night wore on, as he traced the back of my hand with a finger.
Most of my memories of the movie are much like that--focused on Scott. We weren't allowed to bring anything messy in, so no water guns or rice. Though we couldn't find rice, so we'd brought rice cakes and tossed those like frisbees. The theater was full, and when "Time Warp" came on everyone rushed the aisles to dance. Scott was behind me with his hands on my hips, and while that's pretty compromising, I was really glad someone I knew was there, kind of keeping my short-ass self in my very flat fu shoes from being overwhelmed by the platform-shoed crowd.
And Scott and I had elbow sex on the first night we met. A lot. It was like elbow sex porn. Which I am sure is out there, in a totally different sense than I'm talking about here.
They started showing Rocky Horror at school on Halloween, so I have other hilarious memories of it. But that's the important one; I met my husband and started falling for him when we went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
(Now it's 19 years later, and we watch Phineas and Ferb with the Zweeble, and Riff Raff does the voice of the kids' father, and Brad does the voice for one of their grandfathers.*)
*The other grandfather is Alex from A Clockwork Orange, so all of my edgy, cool stuff from high school and college is being co-opted by my kid and his demographic.
I knew Scott before we went to Rocky Horror, but we were aquaintences. And when my friend and I wanted to go to Rocky Horror, like, for real (as opposed to the half-assed way I'd done it before, with about ten friends and a whole two other people in the theater) ... well, Scott's friend had a thing for either me or my friend, and Scott had a car.
So I ended up in a car with this dude from my writing class and his friend I barely knew, driving to St. Louis ("Missouri?" everyone asked after we got back. Yes, Missouri. I saw the arch the next day.) to see Rocky Horror.
I remember a lot about that night: driving in Bob the Reagle Beagle; playing those stupid "yes/no" question games ("If he had seen the sawdust, it never would have happened"); running around a playground after dark; sitting on the grass with Scott, who I was liking more and more as the night wore on, as he traced the back of my hand with a finger.
Most of my memories of the movie are much like that--focused on Scott. We weren't allowed to bring anything messy in, so no water guns or rice. Though we couldn't find rice, so we'd brought rice cakes and tossed those like frisbees. The theater was full, and when "Time Warp" came on everyone rushed the aisles to dance. Scott was behind me with his hands on my hips, and while that's pretty compromising, I was really glad someone I knew was there, kind of keeping my short-ass self in my very flat fu shoes from being overwhelmed by the platform-shoed crowd.
And Scott and I had elbow sex on the first night we met. A lot. It was like elbow sex porn. Which I am sure is out there, in a totally different sense than I'm talking about here.
They started showing Rocky Horror at school on Halloween, so I have other hilarious memories of it. But that's the important one; I met my husband and started falling for him when we went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
(Now it's 19 years later, and we watch Phineas and Ferb with the Zweeble, and Riff Raff does the voice of the kids' father, and Brad does the voice for one of their grandfathers.*)
*The other grandfather is Alex from A Clockwork Orange, so all of my edgy, cool stuff from high school and college is being co-opted by my kid and his demographic.
