Officially the coolest mom…

Friday night I had girl’s night at my house. My girlfriends and I were going to work on our scrapbooks. We had chow set out for snacking and a huge mound of scrapbook supplies in the corner.

My DH was in his room, my dd was sitting in front of then television, Ronni, Kay and I had our books and pix pulled out and spread all over.

Kay’s cell phone went off and she was talking to one of her boys when Ronni leaned over and said the magic words: ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW.

By the time Kay had hung up her phone Ronni and I had decided we’d meet on Saturday night and for RHPS. Kay is a freak—I mean that with the greatest love in my heart. If you all knew exactly how long Kay and I have been best friends, you’d be amazed—and realize that I’m older than dirt…

Anyway, Kay is a freak, but RHPS just doesn’t fall into her list of things to do. But, after phone calls, hunting down advance tickets etc, the three of us had agreed to meet on Saturday for the movie.

I glanced over at my DD and said “Hey, you wouldn’t want to go with us, would you?”

I didn’t know if she was going to faint dead away or Tigger bounce through the ceiling. She tackled me in a bear hug and told me she would be thrilled forever. (I then went "well too bad, you can’t go…" hehehehe I’m evil I know. But she knew I was kidding)

Ronni and Kay bid us good night and they left. DD and I cleaned up and then hit the sack ourselves. I lay in bed thinking how stupidly impulsive I am and wishing I had restrained myself. I was regretting the movie decisions. Not that I don’t love RHPS. I was just plagued by personal demons.

Saturday DD and I spent the day chasing down costumes. Finally, we selected our outfits and we just vegged for the day to allow ourselves to have the energy to survive the night.

Kay showed up at 930—she was supposed to be dressed up—she looked normal—the poop! DD looked adorable in a monkey suit. DH told me I looked like a demented hooker—so I knew I was good to go.

On the highway we hit a major traffic snap four of the five lanes of freeway had been shut down due to an accident. We were ten minutes late meeting up with Ronni. We left my car and jumped in hers then headed for the theater.

It is here I should note how ADORABLE Ronni looked! She was the cutest Magenta! She did complain about snagging her fish nets but since the torn fishnets fit better into the costume I told her note to worry…

As we park and make our way to the theater I’m watching them for reactions to what they see. My DD kept cracking me up—“MOM! He’s in ladies underwear! Mom! He’s wearing a guy thong! MOM! She looks like a guy!”

Once inside they checked everyone for outside props. The theater was kind enough to let them run the movie with the deal that outside props wouldn’t be allowed. Kinda killed the whole thing but the theater did allow the theater group to provide small prop bags to patrons so there was the same old feel but in a more controlled portion.

Then Mr. Hottie playing Riff Raff joined us, tossing his arms over my shoulders and asking if any of our group were virgins. Well, knowing me, what do you think I did?

Yep! I turned on my daughter and my two best friends “This one, that one and that one,” I said as I pointed at each one in turn. While Mr. Hottie painted on their Vs I received death glares. When Mr. Hottie asked Ronni to be his special virgin I just chuckled and turned away.

We went inside and did the count down until time for the movie to begin. There was the traditional playing with the beach ball through the crowd. Then there was the Rules: F the rules chant. They had everyone stand and Then whoever had seen RHPS more than one hundred times at the theater was to sit down…

I sat in my chair. People around me, including my faithful friends were amazed. If I had to provide and accurate total the number would be closed to double…

Next was twenty-five…a few more found their seats

Then ten

Then five

Then the virgins were left on their feet.

Special Virgins were called to the front for their initiation. Ronni was lucky. All she had to do was let a guy eat pie from her lap! (When I was being devirginized, I had to crawl on hands and knees between a long line of legs, while being paddled.)

Then it was time for the movie.

I. Am. Old. Honestly. I am old. I forgot more than I imagined. Not the movie, mind you. No, I can still say every line with every character; sing every word of every song.

No. The thing that made me feel old was the fact I couldn’t remember every line of audience participation. And I have to tell you, there was some things they said that were new to me! (Since when did they say Al Franken and Allen Greenspan when Dr. F seduces Janet?)

I know my girlfriends and my DD had a blast. Okay Ronnie and DD had a blast. Kay said it was now something she could check off her list and never have to do again…LOL
As we were making the trek back to the car I heard my DD and Kay having a discussion. DD said that I was the coolest mom ever. Kay agreed stating that she’d be too uncomfortable to see it with any one of her sons.

DD repeated I was the coolest mom.

(? Hmmm when your nearly seventeen year old thinks you’re cool does that mean you’ve made a mistake?)We grabbed some late night take out and chowed down then hit bed about 4:30 am.

I finally got out of bed at 1 on Sunday afternoon. I felt like someone had beat me with an aluminum baseball bat. All over. My body ached, my throat and head hurt and all I wanted to do is sleep. Today, I’m STILL achy and all I want to do is sleep.

Ronni and DD want to go back this weekend. Me? It would be fun but, I. Am. Old.

But at least I’m cool!