Way back when, we used to dress up and come into the city on Saturday nights for the midnight Rocky Horror Picture Show. We were in high school. We were high. To tell you the truth, it was late for me, and I think I dozed off at every single showing.
Last night, Annie and her friends rented the DVD of Rocky Horror and saw it for the first time. This afternoon, Old Bill and Old Me curled up in front of the TV, broad daylight, and did the Time Warp back 30 years.
Tim Curry still rocks. Meatloaf and Susan Sarandon were hopelessly young. And I still know all the words to the songs, and what to yell at the screen, and when to throw the rice and squirt the water.
I still want to grow up to be Magenta.