Dammit, Janet. I hate Rocky Horror.
Until recently I have always categorised Rocky Horror Picture Show as a kitsch film for kitsch people. I have never really had strong feelings for it either way – I could take it or leave it.
Last night we ran a Rocky Horror Night complete with props and audience participation in order to try and raise funds for Rationalist Week. However, we only sold 1/4 of the tickets we had, so ended up losing over £200 on the night! There were some small successes, a) we actually managed to pull the night off logistically and b) the people that turned up had a good time, especially at the after party at Fab Cafe (a chain of bars owned by Rocky creator Richard O’Brien).
The night post Rocky Horror was generally amusing, Chris got drunk, Sarann got chatted up by some weird stranger and Liz flashed everyone! The hardcore Rocky fans who came down to Fab were nice enough and we ended up having a decent night. The only real downside is that a large part of me wishes the night hadn’t happened in the first place.
The original plan was for us to hold two fundraisers this week, Rocky Horror was supposed to pay for the two events and School Disco was to earn the profits for Rationalist Week. Now, School Disco needs to sell out to make just enough money for us pay off the events costs and run a bare bones Rationalist Week!
“Bring bunny ears and Norm.”
B’s friend Amy and her housemates were throwing a house party in Burley, so a crowd of us met up at B and Phil’s to begin the preparation. I say preparation, I really mean drinking! Armed with much alcohol, both internally and externally we headed to Burley to PARTY!
It was an ‘unlucky bunny’ party, which meant that most people were dressed as roadkill! We didn’t let that put us off and set about the task of introducing ourselves to everyone. It was bizarre, as I have only met Amy twice – both at birthday parties and most of the other people we took hadn’t met anyone from the house before…or so we thought! It turned out that everybody kind of knew everybody else, it is definitely a case of a small world.
The party was really good, the company was excellent and the alcohol flowed very very easily. Most of the crowd headed home a little early, but Kat and i remained hardcore and were pretty much the last guests to leave. After a lovely little drunken walk to B and Phil’s we muched a little pizza, had another drink and wondered hopw best to end the night. Everyone else crashed and although I had intended to stay over on B’s sofa, Kat offered me a bed and some tea! Sold on the idea, we headed up to Kat’s.
Matt provided me with one of the most comfortable bed’s I have ever slept on – a self inflating mattress! If it hadn’t been for the fact that their house is FREEZING, it would have been one of the best nights sleep I have had in a long time. I could have slept all night and the next day. In fact, I very nearly did but Kieran is a stomper and woke me up about 10am. I decided to head back to B’s to pick my car up and say hi to the gang who had all pretty much stayed over there. The morning turned into something of a hair dressing party with MC and Claire both getting new “do’s”.
A pub lunch at the Library followed by a trip to the bookies for the Grand National – which Phil picked the winner fo incidentally – then the FA Cup semi final game rounded off a really good couple of days. A fact pointed to by the disgustingly filthy clothes I ended up in, red wine stained shirt, generally abused t-shirt and that lovely post party hum.
