Muahaha. Guess who got to cozy up to Frank-N-Furter and gang on Wednesday? Me, that's who. *g*
The Frankenstein Pub
held a Rocky Horror night, with actual live performers doing some of the songs. They had a best dress/Time Warper contest as well, but since I'm away from home and my wardrobe proper, I wasn't able to go all out. Besides, we'd gone there just after the theatre visit, so even if I'd had a more RHPS-suitable getup handy, it wouldn't perhaps have been that appropriate.
Even though the crowd wasn't that large, the evening was absolutely brilliant. I sang and yelled until my voice cracked, danced until I was dizzy and sweaty, and generally enjoyed myself.
During the entire evening, RHPS played (without sound) on big screens over the bar, and though the DJ played more normal music between the songs (to give the poor performers time to breathe and change costumes - and in one case, change characters, as Riff Raff played Brad as well), it was quite obvious there was a theme night on.
That night, I also had the pleasure of being heckled by the performers. *g* Yes, that way around. (In truth, it barely qualifies as a heckle, more of a retort.) They were announcing who'd won the Time Warp dance contest, and began by stating that the winner was male, to which I replied with a loud "Damn", and since I stood in the front row, all of four feet from the bar on which the performers were standing, Frank saw fit to say "Get a sex change, love, you'll have a better chance". I was also on the receiving end of a stealthy grope courtesy of Riff Raff. He was leaning in to tell me (after I'd asked if I could have my picture taken with him) that they were doing another number in a few minutes, but that I'd get Frank as well if I waited. In the process, I got patted in various interesting places. It wasn't bad, just... interesting. ;) I still don't know if it was deliberate or if he just didn't see where his hand landed.
I didn't drink much, mostly because we sang so much. I also suspect I may have been the cause of a minor lovers' tiff. (I didn't start it, I promise! I was standing watching the show, singing along, when I noticed a guy roughly my age grinning widely at me. I took it to be general glee, grinned back and continued singing, noting he did the same. Two songs later, both of which I'd belted along with, he suddenly yells "I love you!" while grinning even wider and grabbing my hand. His girlfriend, who stood next to him looked slightly perplexed and angry, but didn't say anything. Or if she did, I didn't hear it, since the volume inside was deafening. Now, I took the spontaneous declaration of love to be caused by the fact that I knew all the songs, nothing else, so I figured it didn't harm if I grinned back a bit and faced the bloke while sing-shouting my way through another song along with him. Apparently it did. I didn't notice it, but I have it on good authority that the girlfriend looked progressively pissier as the evening wore on. Oops. Can I take a moment here to state that any touching was limited to the brief clasping of hands? Sure, we faced each other and kept eye contact through the dancing, but that was it.)
On our way back from the bar, I had to take my shoes (they look roughly like this
, but the heel is a bit wider and not quite as high) off since they were absolutely murdering my feet, and walked from North Bank Street down to Waverley Steps barefoot. o_O I didn't step on any glass, though, and while the driver of the night bus gave me a funny look when I got on, still barefoot, he didn't say anything. Once I got off the bus, I walked a few hundred yards from the stop to the place where I'm staying, still barefoot. At that point, it too was beginning to hurt my feet.
I slept five hours that night and was late for a museum visit the next morning, as well as suffering from a sore throat and aching feet, but it was absolutely worth it. :D
Actually, almost all of Wednesday was brilliant. In the morning, we toured the Festival Theatre
, and were really given the full tour, including backstage and the orchestra pit. And now I can say I've literally been on stage at the Festival Theatre. ;) What was amusing was that our guide, who was also the duty manager, made a RHPS reference as he led us into the theatre proper, saying that he felt that the step from the 1994 foyer into the 1938 seating area was his own personal Time Warp. (He'd also actually played Frank in a stage version there, which counted so much in his favour it wasn't even funny.) As we left, I thanked him for letting me have my own RHPS moment on stage, as the view out from there could stand in for the final scene. I said I half thought that if I turned, I'd see the big RKO mast behind me. After the tour proper was over, we stood talking briefly about RHPS, and the course teachers who stood next to me looked as though they thought both of us should be taken away by the men in white coats, particularly when we started reciting lines. :D
*deep breath* And there's more. :)
Yesterday was ceilidh practice, and my calves are trying to kill me. The combination of spending RHPS night in two-and-a-half inch heels and then spending two hours the next evening dancing Highland dances in flat shoes (and I do mean flat, they were plimsolls) is not good. At all. My calves started aching directly after the two-hour session, and they're still sore as hell.
The dancing was great, and I say this as someone who normally hates dancing. I have two left feet, so any sort of choreographed movement is difficult to say the least. There is a slight inconvenience in that because males were outnumbered in the group, some women had to swap temporarily, so I now know the steps to the Gay Gordons only for the men. Thankfully most of the dances we learned don't require separate steps for men and women.
Another thing I learned the hard way: if you're doing the Dashing White Sergeant, try not to end up in the middle of the sets of three. Trust me on this one. You'll be the one doing all the running and spins, and there is a lot of that. A lot.
Right, that's it for now, I think. I know I'm probably forgetting something, but I'm running out of time (am sitting in an internet cafe) and I'm dead tired after walking around all day today too. :(