The wife and I went wandering last night to pick up a pizza. It was Halloween night, so I was pleased to see a lot of people wandering about in costume. After ordering, we walked about a bit more while waiting. Making our way towards the local theater, I noticed an increased concentration of odd costumes.
Men in fine suits.
Women in gaudy dresses.
The occasional vampire.
Men in mini shorts, bare chests, and neckties.
Women as skimpily dressed SS Agents.
WTF? Are they all here to watch Julie & Julia or something?
It was then that my wife pointed out the large black letters on the theater playboard: Rocky Horror October 19, 23, 31!
Ah, suddenly this makes a little more sense.
We stepped aside to let an overweight zombie in a miniskirt pass. It was then that I heard my name called, loudly and enthusiastically. I looked over to see a medieval waylander waving to me with leather gloved hand. An old friend from my camp days, in full costume complete with a long sword.
We spent several minutes reconnecting. I had not seen him since college (which, I learned, he had dropped out of… temporarily). He thought I had moved to another state. I’m a (redacted) who wants to own his own shop. He’s a bouncer and bartender.
We traded numbers… but I didn’t mention that I live only a 5 minute walk away. We’ll see how the reconnection goes.
Oh… and the pizza place in this neighborhood is amazing.