I forget how long ago I went to the live Rocky Horror Picture Show in Boston at Midnight with some friends because ever since I have been sick with some sort of illness.  Most likely originating there no doubt.  From what I experienced that night, from utter pleasure to disturbed disgust, nothing tops the night off better than a tranny eating cake.

     The story of that night goes as follows.  I had decided to go to this particular Rocky Horror Show because it was going to be the last one held at the Coolidge Corner Theater and my friends raved it as being great.  I was with Scott, Dan and Gabe as we drove through the night peacefully, till all of a sudden Anthony showed up expressing his apology for being late, sprouting up like a tree.  We got their early out of a mis-guided decision by an “Excited” Scott and seemingly every Panera Bread and BURGER KING closed the doors in our face.  So we hung outside with a modern pirate and hardcore fan of The Plasmatics and Scott got many a’ hug from his favorite small stage actor.  Let The Right One In was playing in another theater (Just saw it and it’s great) and they got let in a little early.  All the Fansvestites (Fags dressed like trannys cause they thought it was cool and trendy) booed the letting in of the slightly lesser fags looking on in disgust at our sexually confused looking line.

     And it was off, but not before I walked into a bathroom by accident peculiarly housing a model of an antique camera.  As a Rocky Horror Picture Show “virgin” I was shoved on stage and had my cherry popped (A chick bit a balloon between my legs).  So did Anthony, however being the example, he had a riveting conversation with the host about what is “indeed a balloon”.  After that point I calmed down a little bit, being freezing cold from the outside and little shaky from stage fright.  Getting my cherry popped was the least of my worries.  Go figure.  The performance was great by all actors and met if not surpassed the expectations I had from all the raves I heard.  The Rocky Horror Picture Show movie plays in the background and is great because I hadn’t seen the movie in years and years.  The thing that I didn’t realize, pissed my friends off the most, and it’s gay when I look back on it.  Some high and mighty fruitcake kept shouting stuff during the show, which was expected, but the kid knew everything and wouldn’t shut the fuck up.  I thought he worked there, he was saying so much.  All in all it didn’t hurt the performance and I had a long, tired ride home, but not before stopping at CVS and admiring the GREAT films you can get for $1.  Oh my!!!