![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dammit janet!
So, last night I went out in my pants.
...
Okay, as a sentence that's quite good all by itself, but I feel I should add context. Basically, it was Agreed that a group of friends and I would go and see the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Last night was the actual night, and I flung myself home work and back out the door again faster than I've ever needed to before. The agreement was that we'd all get ready at Matt's, so it was a bit of a shock to arrive with no make-up on etc to find everyone arriving all ready.
So, a frantic five minutes later, and then another few minutes figuring out my corset etc etc, we piled in the back of Dobbin's very small car. The last time I did this, I was seventeen, which should tell you how long ago it was that was. Funnily enough, I've grown since then and so had the rest of us. Giggling anyway, we made our way to Manchester, got slightly lost, and then managed to find a decent parking space near the theatre.
We tottered our way there in high heels, feeling very self-conscious. My cunning plan to wear two pairs of tights seemed less cunning, given they were black fishnets and red tights. I felt a bit better when we got to the theatre, which was a glorious mash-up of lots of people of both genders wearing stockings and corsets and with much more make-up on than me.
Rocky Horror was, of course, absolutely awesome. We had quite good seats, and danced along like mad people, and laughed so hard that I was weeping, in places. It was a quite clever performance, with a very attractive Frank, and lots of unexpected humour and playing the audience. Dave Spikey was the narrator, so lots of local humour about Denton ("six hundred kids in the local school, only four surnames") and generally brilliant times. It was also the signed version of the show, so a very enthusiastic man in corset, suspenders and rather attractive heels stood at the side of the show, signing along and dancing rather enthusiastically, which I felt was a lovely touch.
I was gutted to go home, actually, but we all had very early morning things to deal with. So home we went, after striding through Manchester in our underwear feeling very confident indeed.
PICTURES OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN.
Tomorrow I am off to St Andrews, which promises to be lots of fun indeed! I should probably try to do things like packing, though.
...
Okay, as a sentence that's quite good all by itself, but I feel I should add context. Basically, it was Agreed that a group of friends and I would go and see the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Last night was the actual night, and I flung myself home work and back out the door again faster than I've ever needed to before. The agreement was that we'd all get ready at Matt's, so it was a bit of a shock to arrive with no make-up on etc to find everyone arriving all ready.
So, a frantic five minutes later, and then another few minutes figuring out my corset etc etc, we piled in the back of Dobbin's very small car. The last time I did this, I was seventeen, which should tell you how long ago it was that was. Funnily enough, I've grown since then and so had the rest of us. Giggling anyway, we made our way to Manchester, got slightly lost, and then managed to find a decent parking space near the theatre.
We tottered our way there in high heels, feeling very self-conscious. My cunning plan to wear two pairs of tights seemed less cunning, given they were black fishnets and red tights. I felt a bit better when we got to the theatre, which was a glorious mash-up of lots of people of both genders wearing stockings and corsets and with much more make-up on than me.
Rocky Horror was, of course, absolutely awesome. We had quite good seats, and danced along like mad people, and laughed so hard that I was weeping, in places. It was a quite clever performance, with a very attractive Frank, and lots of unexpected humour and playing the audience. Dave Spikey was the narrator, so lots of local humour about Denton ("six hundred kids in the local school, only four surnames") and generally brilliant times. It was also the signed version of the show, so a very enthusiastic man in corset, suspenders and rather attractive heels stood at the side of the show, signing along and dancing rather enthusiastically, which I felt was a lovely touch.
I was gutted to go home, actually, but we all had very early morning things to deal with. So home we went, after striding through Manchester in our underwear feeling very confident indeed.
PICTURES OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN.
Tomorrow I am off to St Andrews, which promises to be lots of fun indeed! I should probably try to do things like packing, though.
no subject
There's a certain feeling here that picture 22 should become a user icon.