I've found I wear rum and orange juice quite well, thank you, and as it dries it put the multicolored hair into ringlets
*smirk*
I found this out by going to the annual production of the Rocky Horror Show back at school last night.
Half of me thinks we shouldn't have gone. Had to work, therefore be up and out at 6...... come home, things got weird, then jump into the shower. Get ready to go and find one of my back tires has a once slow now fast leak in it. It would have blown out on the way down, no doubt. Take C's car. Can't find C's wallet for 20 min. Find less than a half tank... s'cool, I just got my paycheck, we can actually fill the entire tank. First station doens't have 92 gas. SECOND station doesn't have 92 gas. At this point? We're an hour late from when we planned to leave to get down there at 930 to hang with S for a while before the show starts at 1030. I hear "Well in LA they sell 92 gas" We'll..... make it to LA on a half tank.... right? (think big engine with suuuuuuuuper turbo, not nice on gas).
Somehow, even leaving an hour late..... we STILL get there at 930. If nothing else, my baby can DRIVE.
I was Riff Raff two years ago (having never seen it before, oh, auditions made it quite an interesting experience..... all of a sudden my best friend/apartment mate/madame director S said "we have no Riff..... YOU, try for Riff" *insert deer caught in headlights look here* And did I mention I had stage fright at the time?), and co-directored/worked security last year..... so I was going down to support my friends who were in the production this year.
There were good points, and there were bad points..... it was your average RHS. I got to watch K on stage in practically nothing (though not as good as basically nothing of last year *smirk*)........ Patrick got devirginized........ the mic's didn't work.... the lights kept going out..... the band was in a time warp of it's own....... Lickable Liz (so dubbed by me after seeing her in the silver corsette of Magenta last year) played a fairly good Frank......... the guy who played Riff added an almost Puckish aspect (being 5'1 helped)..... the female half of last year's Rocky (we had twins) played Magenta. There were a lot of repeat members..... a lot of "in group" cast members playing mains...... most new to the flock ended up as Trannies.
Slightly unfair, I'm sure, when you're supposedly casting for talent. But then again, when I think of who was director and choreographer this year.... well..... it doesn't surprise me *chuckles*
Guests of honor at the cast party..... that made me smile. Everyone still remembers either me, or my nights on stage...... or even helping. Somehow my reputation still preceeds me.
Yesterday was a......... weird..... day *sighs* And I know it stopped me from making a choice that probably would have made me a very happy camper........ one of my friend's brothers was OPENLY hitting on me. I should have gone on instinct and dove in, but I didn't. I was actually pretty sedate the entire night. Barely called any AP lines, just some choice ones. Didn't even get incredibly drunk...... spent most of the night pretty high, though. Had the Doc Otis that I (our hostess of PK I, II, and III) handed me, and the Corona she lovingly limed for me, and all was good on that part..... but I just wasn't in the spirit of it. I guess.....
A lot of things led up to it, I know.
I -shoulda- drug R off to the bathroom, dammit. Though the "I like talking to strangers" line after he called me over to him began to pull up a red flag - we weren't really strrangers, we had met at the cast party two years ago, I refreshed his memory....... and the "I'm GOING to get laid tonight" line, well....... open invitation I'm sure. But I think it was to anyone within earshot, not just me. And that was a chance I didn't want to risk for a few minutes/hours of fun...... I have C to worry about as well and won't play with anyone I'm not 100% sure is clean.
Ah well....
I did get my kiss though..... from K even. Patrick wasn't too happy about it, but that was the one thing I reserved when I let go. I'd get my drunken kiss at the cast party which is what started it all in the first place. I got my kiss (or three..... four....) and then shoo'd K off to console Patrick. Then we left the party...... oddly, walked part of the way to drop off my cousin to the computer lab where his girlfriend was finishing up her thesis with Patrick and K...... *chuckles*
And you would think if there was to be anythign spilled on me, it would have been at the party, yes? But no, my cousin has to carry his out with him..... this........ pungent..... concoction of orange juice and rum (all that was left as we were heading out, this was 3am now). Smoking a joint all the way back through the campuses between the three of us...... then, after we fail at the first attempt to find A, my cousin decides he wants to spar.
He's also pretty drunk at this point.
But as I said, I was REALLY off last night. This included my will or ability to spar effectively. I tolerated it, danced out of the way, whatever. Basically got my ass beat and didn't give a fuck. My knee's now split open from hitting it on something (did I mention he picks shaped asphalt to spar on?), major lump on the back of my head from getting it smacked on said asphalt at some point during the night...... and, the one time I have any glimmering hope of not being completely whomped on and take him to the ground, voila, he showers us both with a plastic cup FULL of his rum concoction. It only slides down half of his face..... I get it full force. In fact, you can SEE on the ground where my head was in the splash zone.
(cont'd)