And there were. And they were good. And these lips could sing, sing to us oh lips!
The Rocky Horror Picture Show was much fun. MoBob was such a good sport – he allowed a hairy man in a skirt and fishnets draw a large V (for “virgin”) in lipstick on his forehead. We sat next to an older Korean gentleman who was so excited to be there. I gave him my prop bag (newspaper, noisemaker, rubber glove, and playing cards) since he looked so disappointed when they ran out. The Korean gentleman was one of the six “virgins” who were asked to fake orgasms as part of the warm-up festivities. He was the only man and the last one up, and when a young couple descended on him he stayed silent. When he returned to his seat he said to MB, “I’m married so I couldn’t say anything.” Poor thing! The theatre was packed, and we were really impressed with the “cast members” who re-enacted the movie in parallel, and the "Greek chorus" who responded to every line. It was a lot of fun, though at the end I felt extremely jet-lagged. I slept through church and then took another afternoon nap on Sunday. I guess my body’s just not up to midnight showings anymore.