RomeoCharlie

After a pretty intense week at work, I had not a moment to spare on Friday afternoon as I zoomed out of the parking garage at the office on my hot little moped. I was loaded up with computer equipment that I would need for the weekend, and had several crucial errands to run before the evening’s events began. This was F’s birthday, and a group of us were treated to tickets for Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Manoa Valley Theatre. I had offered to throw the birthday cake party at my place afterwards. 

So I am cruising down the street to the supermarket and the moped just dies. At full throttle. In the middle of a very busy main thoroughfare here in Honolulu. Just dead. 

This really fucked up my timing in a big way. So I walked the ‘ped back to the office, and shlepped up the hill to my place. Which is only a 20 minute stroll, but it was hot, and then it started to rain, and my apartment was so NOT ready for company and I had nothing to wear and my bar was completely empty and all of a sudden my wonderful evening plans didn’t sound so wonderful.

But since he birthday boy’s house is only a couple of blocks from mine and, since he wasn’t answering his phone, I stopped by to tell them that I might not be able to make it on time for the show. There they were, my gang, getting all glammed up, margaritas in the blender, makeup and feathers everywhere. I however, was sweaty, hungry, and kinda stressing. And, of course, they would not take ‘no’ for an answer.

So I headed home, grabbed a bite, had a beer, took a shower, and was just making up my mind whether to go or not, when my pal A. showed up at my front door, completely by surprise, and dressed as Rocky. I gotta tell ya, the guy looked amazing. A. has a flawless body - the kind that people don’t get to see except on magazine covers.

So he vaccumed while I showered, and after a quick shot and a beer, A. and I got to the theatre early to reserve seats for our group, which numbered 35 people in all.

And then the gang started showing up, and I must say, they were all flawless.

And the show rocked! This community theatre is tiny, and the seats were arranged cabaret style, with little cocktail tables. Half of the numbers took place amongst the audience, and at times, one couldn’t tell who was the actor and who was the patron. Clearly, the performers had as much fun as we did.

After the show, F invited a bunch of people over to my place for birthday cake and cocktails. We danced, laughed at each other, and had a wonderful time.

The evening turned out quite perfectly indeed.