Rocky Horror
My mom's birthday was a few days ago, and Matt and I went out to the suburbs to take her out to dinner. We went out with my mom, Dave, and their friend from Toledo Dan to a Chinese restaurant at 14 and Dequindre that was really good, has spicy food, and has three kinds of fake meat! I don't remember the name of it. It's in a strip mall next to an Asian-mart and it has hot peppers over the door. Dan and Dave were obsessed with the lazy Susan in the middle of the table to a comical degree. Everyone was happy and the food was good. Back at the house, we had French-press coffee and Walmart cake, presumably made in China by Sam Walton. It was a wonderful time and everyone seemed happier than normal. Also, when right-wingisms came up, I didn't argue or cringe, but just laughed. At one point, driving to the restaurant, Dave said "OBAMANOMICS!" and I just found it funny.
My birthday is today. I'm 30 now. Paul and Anny treated me last night to seeing Rocky Horror Picture Show in Ann Arbor. I forgot about getting a costume together until it was pretty late, so I went as a half-assed Narrator. I guess my costume consisting mostly of a suit was good, because at the coffee shop Lab before the show two strangers asked to photograph me, one of whom in a silly posing session on the street with an expensive camera. His business associate told me that I had a striking profile and that I should model and charge $500 per day. But when I asked the photographer for $500, he laughed.
Paul (dressed as Brad Majors, asshole) and I were Rocky Horror virgins, but lied and made believe as though we had seen it before in order to avoid having to pass a dildo between out legs repeatedly on stage to music. Anny was part of the shadow cast, performing the film in silhouette in front of the screen. Anny played Rocky, and also performed as The Lips, including hula-hoopery. Now, half of my lifetime ago, I was into Rocky Horror and had all the different soundtracks, but I suppose my Weird Al obsession overshadowed it and I lost interest after a while. Seeing it this time was like seeing a whole new film. I got a lot of the humor that I was uncomfortable with or didn't get at all at 15, and the audience participation was actually fun, since I no longer had the responses memorized from the audience participation tape I once had. Although I was figuring out that I was gay at 15, the musical numbers surrounding the creation of Rocky were more than my psyche could then bear, but today I find them hilarious and relevant to my personal experience creating monsters in my laboratory. There were two comely gentlemen dressed as Rocky, whom I ogled in the style of a fat Southern gentleman in possession of opera glasses. Perhaps you had to be there. Here's broadway star Nick Adams as Rocky. I do declare!
One of the most surprising things about the evening was Paul enthusiastically dancing the Time Warp for the entire song. I have known him since 1988, and I never really thought I would see him enthusiastically dance to anything. And this after he discovered that he had missed a Beethoven festival earlier in the evening! Perhaps Anny's hula-hooping hypnotized him.
Today the weather is balmy and wonderful. I walked downtown and did a leg workout and then I walked around by myself enjoying the quiet of our deserted city. I also sat by the river:
This is what it looks like when I'm 30 and sitting behind The Renaissance Center
Josette called me today, too, and I'm happy to hear from her.
There's too much cake.
My birthday is today. I'm 30 now. Paul and Anny treated me last night to seeing Rocky Horror Picture Show in Ann Arbor. I forgot about getting a costume together until it was pretty late, so I went as a half-assed Narrator. I guess my costume consisting mostly of a suit was good, because at the coffee shop Lab before the show two strangers asked to photograph me, one of whom in a silly posing session on the street with an expensive camera. His business associate told me that I had a striking profile and that I should model and charge $500 per day. But when I asked the photographer for $500, he laughed.
Paul (dressed as Brad Majors, asshole) and I were Rocky Horror virgins, but lied and made believe as though we had seen it before in order to avoid having to pass a dildo between out legs repeatedly on stage to music. Anny was part of the shadow cast, performing the film in silhouette in front of the screen. Anny played Rocky, and also performed as The Lips, including hula-hoopery. Now, half of my lifetime ago, I was into Rocky Horror and had all the different soundtracks, but I suppose my Weird Al obsession overshadowed it and I lost interest after a while. Seeing it this time was like seeing a whole new film. I got a lot of the humor that I was uncomfortable with or didn't get at all at 15, and the audience participation was actually fun, since I no longer had the responses memorized from the audience participation tape I once had. Although I was figuring out that I was gay at 15, the musical numbers surrounding the creation of Rocky were more than my psyche could then bear, but today I find them hilarious and relevant to my personal experience creating monsters in my laboratory. There were two comely gentlemen dressed as Rocky, whom I ogled in the style of a fat Southern gentleman in possession of opera glasses. Perhaps you had to be there. Here's broadway star Nick Adams as Rocky. I do declare!
One of the most surprising things about the evening was Paul enthusiastically dancing the Time Warp for the entire song. I have known him since 1988, and I never really thought I would see him enthusiastically dance to anything. And this after he discovered that he had missed a Beethoven festival earlier in the evening! Perhaps Anny's hula-hooping hypnotized him.
Today the weather is balmy and wonderful. I walked downtown and did a leg workout and then I walked around by myself enjoying the quiet of our deserted city. I also sat by the river:
This is what it looks like when I'm 30 and sitting behind The Renaissance Center
Josette called me today, too, and I'm happy to hear from her.
There's too much cake.