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| Since it was my first time I had to go up front... enough said. If you have seen it--- you know why. |
In my hometown, in the late 70s or early 80s this movie played as the midnight feature, and my oldest sister went on several occasions. Now being all of 9 or 10 years old, I truly couldn't understand why I couldn't go. I mean who doesn't like hanging out with a 10 year old when your 18ish? This happened a lot in my childhood since I am quite a bit younger than my siblings. No worries.... I have forgiven them finally. Sorry - I ramble.. back to the movie.... I had forgotten about it until a teacher at my school asked me to go. "Well, of course! It can be one of my 45!" As of 2 a.m. on February 7, 2015, I can officially say that I have seen and participated in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.[Sidebar: I do get there were multiple reasons my sister didn't let me tag along to this one] It was fun although my friends said it was the tamest crowd they had watched it with. There was a group in front of us that quoted everything and then some. I can't imagine how many times they had seen it. I just kept wondering what the guy that wrote it was smoking? I mean whose mind can come up with that story line? Then I laughed a little bit at the laser scene at the end because it reminded me of a Saturday Night Live skit with Laser Kitties. It was a fun night with fun chicks and one more event to check off my 45 things.
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| Crystal and I in the birthday hats atRocky Horror Picture Show- Alamo Draft House |
Now, it is Sunday and I was getting ready to do my weekly ritual of grocery shopping. For those that know me well know that I absolutely hate the grocery store. I never get in and out under an hour and that is an hour that I don't get to do something else that's way more fun. Anyway - it is a necessity so I just grin and bare it. Today I thought I might make it more interesting and maybe cross something off my 45. #4 --Pick up a man in the grocery store. Look, it's always a beautiful story of the chance meeting in the movies so why couldn't it happen to me? I'm a lucky girl. Yes, give some random (but handsome) man my phone number and pray he isn't a serial killer or something was quite out of my comfort zone. So, I got some liquid courage - I'm talking Starbucks here- and headed on my way. Well, a few aisles in I spotted one. He looked nice- non assuming - salt and pepper hair. No ring. I thought I would scout it out and by the time I was going down the next aisle I realized someone else thought he was attractive too--- his obvious boyfriend. Okay, so I continue to gather items from my list and meet this man with his kids. It is the first week-end after all so you can't assume that dads with kids have wives at home so I was keeping an open mind. OH MYLANTA-- this man was so loud and obnoxious. He was teaching his kids some facts about something. Now, being an educator I am all about those teachable moments but that was too much. I quickly shifted my buggie toward the next aisle, laughing at myself the entire time. Finally, there was a nice looking guy, casual but well dressed and the items in his buggie would make him appear to be single- I mean no family size anything or "kid friendly" items. Our eyes met, we smiled. I quickly looked at the left hand-- no ring.... this may be it. This may be my #4. Then, our gaze broke and I chickened out, got my milk and headed back to the check out. Maybe next time--- or not, we'll see what mood strikes me this week.
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