"Ladies, gentlemen, and those that haven't yet made up their minds," clad in sequined bustiers, teddies, tighty whities (and tighty goldies!), garters, fishnets, etc., gathered at the Mayfair Theatre Saturday night for the cult classic: Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was a loud, raucous, and above all, raunchy affair. I had a blast.
Of our group of four, two had experienced the RHPS live before, but two of us hadn't, which made us Virgins (seeing it at home apparently doesn't count!). We timidly joined the eager line—or parade, rather—of Virgins to have a large V painted on our cheeks (face!) in lipstick, and getting some spanks from three of the cast members as we walked across the stage.
As a first-timer, I didn't know the call-backs, or when to throw the various props, but it was so much fun just to listen, watch the incredible live cast (they were amazing!), and be rained upon by water, unbuttered toast, playing cards, and toilet paper. For those who haven't been, you must go! It is so much fun!