Would you believe?

That I've never seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show live before last night?

It's true. Not sure how I managed to go that long without checking it out, especially since the movie theater that was across the street from my high school while I was in high school did a weekly screening. But yeah, it's true.

Suffice to say, it was fun. I wasn't anticipating the outing....I was at the Tamale Hut last night for an art reception for an old friend, and she offered to let me tag along since she was planning on going. I agreed, since I was getting a ride home from her anyway.

Fun as it was, I realized that it's probably good that I didn't experience this phenomenon in my youth. If I had I might have latched onto the community aspect of it and started attending obsessively. And knowing me, I would have become overly enamored with the idea of being in the cast, but I also would have let that desire go unfulfilled, since my insecurities trump my exhibitionist fantasies. I can almost see my younger self, simmering with resentment, wondering and waiting, hoping that someone would read my mind and encourage me to go for it, and getting upset when nobody did, thinking it was due to some sort of failing on my part, like me not being pretty enough or sexy enough.

So yeah, much much better that I refrained from seeing Rocky until my thirties! My self esteem thanks me!