Purple and black, and blue and gold....

Well.
It has come down to this.
Today is the day, and all that jazz.
Junia is currently running amok in insanity, along with mom (of course), getting ready for bacclaureate (is that how it's spelled?) which starts at 1:30.
The Graduation ceremony is at 3.
God only knows how much of my soul that will suck away.
I almost want to bring a book to the ceremony.
I might just do that....
I mean, M is in the middle of the alphabet, so we have a couple hundred other kids to sit through before and after her name is called.
I just can't wait for the party to start, so mom will chill out.
This has been one of those weeks where I freak out when I think about getting married.
I mean, if she's this bad now, I can only imagine...
I think I'll skip the sedative dart and just give her some special brownies and a tall bottle of Arbor Mist.
That may only work temporarily though, as mom tends to be a sharp cookie, and may very well recall what it felt like to be high all those eons of years ago when she was in high school.
Before she found the Jesus, of course.
;o)
But I digress.
I am excited that Junia is finally graduating as I know she HATED high school.
She's had senioritis since freshman year, so I'm trying my best to not ruin today for her.
I'm am happy that she has her gold cap and gown, and will be sitting amongst the others hundred blue and gold graduates, just as I did four years ago, just as our cousin did eight years ago, and his sister 15 years ago, and just as mom and dad did 27 years.
The baby of this generation of our family is graduating today...
Just between you and me, I'm so proud of her for all she has accomplished.
Sure, she's a pain in the arse, but she's a great kid.
And I love her.
Just don't tell her that....

A rare moment of clarity, gone forever...

It's weeks like this one that make being a mother and raising children seem like such a nightmare.
Junia has this think called Graduation (perhaps you've heard of it?) this Sunday.
Apparently, after said "graduating" has taken place, it seems mandatory to have a gathering of sorts with food and people, and some sort of entertainment.
(The latter is optional, depending on personal preferences.)
This Sunday, mother has planned an outdoor event in the vast expanse of yard we have at our disposal.
We're going to utilize the newly built front porch of the new house for "entertainment," (SOMEONE will be playing music..... I guess.) and there will be two large canopies.
The food will be provided by mom, various family members, and myself.
(I have no idea what to make....)
Now, the unfortunate part of such a party is the preparation for said party, because not only must we prepare the yard and its surroundings for our little Fete, but we must also liven up the downstairs portion of our household.
Why?
Because people will need to use the facilities at some point, and mom seems OVERLY convinced that there will be a being or two of the curious/nosy persuasion who will want to meander throughout our household, in an attempt to find some bit of something to scrutinize.
*SIGH*
Because of this panic-induced insanity, Junia and I spent this past evening focused on our yard and the porch, which was slightly.... disturbing.
Aidenn and/or the cats thought it amusing at some point during the past couple of days, to sabotage our needs for neatness and rummaged through the dumpster.
As a result, several pieces of trash were strewn about the porch.
THAT was a fun project.
Because of the construction on the new house, there were also several large power tools and regular tools lying about.
That project I relinquished to Junia.
Then, as I was sweeping up trash and debris, I realized the flower beds were looking a little sad.
So, after a quick trip to Wal-mart by Junia and our delightfully helpful darling Tyler, I quickly went to work planting a few pansies and petunias.
A-dorable, but hard to do after sunset.
The next project looming in the near future is attempting to re-arrange the interior of our household, which has moving boxes nestled about, filled with whatnots of the Maynard place of residence.
Now, if this "graduation" were the only activity this weekend about which I was concerned, all would be grand.
However, such is NOT the case.
Tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday is RECITALRECITALRECITAL.
Tomorrow is class as usual.
Friday is dress rehearsal AKA madness.
Saturday, the recital is at 3 pm.
I may die before Sunday.
On top of that, Rosebriar's auditions for Midsummer are Sunday and Tuesday.
Sunday, obviously, is out.
TUESDAY, the drama club's potluck is from 6:30 to 8:30.
Auditions are on Karl Rd, in Columbus.
The potluck is at Slate Run Park, which is 5 minutes north from my house.
ARGH.
Welcome to another moment of Tahrea Can't Win.
The worse part is Junia wants to audition for the show as well, but she wanted me to drive her up, since driving in Columbus makes her more nervous than I.
DOUBLE ARGH.
Trying to work around my job, and time with Josh, and Theatre duties...
Meh, who needs sanity?

Decision, decisions....

Lately, the fates have smiled on me.
I have avoided financial meltdown, and the RTP board decided to let me direct a summer show AND the regularly scheduled childrens' show.
Hizzah.
That means I have the daunting task of figuring out TWO productions in one year's time.
Luckily, the summer show is one that won't too heavy of a workload.
Double hizzah.
I've already decided that the rehearsals will be Monday- Wednesday, 4:30 to 6:30, since it is the summertime.
That way, everyone still has some sort of evening.
After making this decision, I also realized this could open up evenings for me to do Midsummer Night's Dream, with Rosebriar...
The auditions are the 17th and 19th, so the decision must be made quickly, as to whether or not to actually go audition.
I am torn.
Junia says she may want to audition, so I'll probably take her to do so.
I may wait and see if they will need anyone once the auditions are said and done.
That'll help determine whether or not it should be so...
Hmmmm....

This weekend will consist of my working this morning, taking a break (which will be me, traveling 45 minutes to get last minute Mother's Day gifts), then Bartending tonight.
Tomorrow, at 7 am, I will be at the high school for the Drama Club's Yardsale, for which I'm not completely prepared.
ARGH.
After that, I'll breath for an hour, then whisk over to Circleville High School for Tech Rehearsal for B and B.
THEN, it's up to Josh's to celebrate Mother's Day with Josh and his darling parents.
SUNDAY, we're going to the Amish Country, apparently, which is always a blast and a half.
And it's what mom wants.
lol
Somewhere amongst all of that crazy, I need to eat, sleep, shower, and breath several times...
Ugh.

Does anyone have a paper bag?????????

Easter is in a few days.
It's weird, because I'm not really in an Easter mood.
I mean, I guess it probably has something to do with my not being church, but I almost completely forgot it was coming up when I was so engulfed with Treasure Island.
(I never thought I'd ever reach the moment where all references to Treasure Island include the word "was," as if it has past....)
Luckily, mom has seen it fit to inform all of us that we are going to church with the grandparents on Sunday, to which I say, "Okay."
I've been wanting to go back to church for some time now.
Actually, in lew of recent events, both Josh and I agree that he and I need to find a new church to attend.
This makes me smile because it's something he and I will do together, and it's something that is important to us both.
And I can't help but to think this is something that will bring us closer to each other and God.
It's a win- win situation.
I was kinda sad I hadn't been able to take part in any easter activities like painting eggs or shopping for baskets for the girls, etc, until Rhonda and Josh invited me to a family function this Saturday where, lo and behold, there will be both small children and egg painting whatnot.
SCORE!
All week I've been pumped with the idea of meeting some family and being a kid again.
THEN, Josh drops a hilarious bomb on me last night.
See, in my mind, I assumed (stupid of me, I know) that we were going to go over and I was going to meet a couple of people and their kids and it was going to be a small family thing.
NOT.
During our conversation last night, Josh proceeded to break down exactly who I was going to meet on Saturday, which is totally fine.
THEN, he goes on to list about 30 people, parents and children alike, and their relation to he and his parents.
AUGH!
I told him, "That's not a family gathering to paint eggs. That's Christmas!"
I love meeting new people, but the idea of meeting a bunch of family members AT ONCE is a bit daunting.
Originally my plan was to dress nice enough and put on a smile and be my charming self.
Not hard.
"Throwing me to the Lions," as Josh put it, is not part of that plan.
More people means more charm and more effort to be fabulous.
AGH!
I'm sure it will go well, but I hung up the phone last night feeling a bit more nervous.
Maybe I'm just over thinking it....
Josh said they'd be nice to me and I'd be okay, which I totally believe.
However, because it IS his family, and because I'm his first girlfriend AND "the one," I know I will be under a certain amount of scrutiny, and that is terrifying.
My plan for now is to stick with my original plan, and just smile, charm, and pray I don't get egg coloring on my clothes.
lol

P-TO THE-R-TO THE-O-M-I-N-E-N-T RENDITION, PROMINENT RENDITION....

Today was certain a day.
Thursday I found myself roped into yet another Whirlwind adventure...
Another Show Choir Competition.
Dad was planning on driving down separately since he wasn't chaperoning and asked if I would like to go.
Not having anything better to do, I agreed to go, only after asking to bring Madison along.
I started my day at 7.
A.M.
After getting Madison and getting on the road after 10, we drove for an hour and a half to Portsmouth.
Yes, Portsmouth.
Although the high school was hosting the competition, it was held in the Verne Riffe Center of Shawnee University.
Now, this competition was a strange one for a couple reasons.
1.) Only eight groups were participating.
2.) NO solo competitions.
3.) No preliminaries and Finals.
Just ONE round.
Slight gulp.
4.) Usually, there is a port where the groups can unload their trailers and put their stage/set stuff til it needs to be assembled for their show.
Then, they'd assemble, perform, tear down, and store til the end of the competition.
NOT here.
In this case, the kids would have to unload the trailer, put their set together, perform, tear down the set, and stuff it back into the trailer.
On the flip side, this meant it was a shorter competition which means the kids would get home sooner, which is part of the reason I wanted Madison to go.
We get there, and every one is packing into this building.
Slight chaos.
After 15 minutes of checking everyone in, mom and the other "moms" herd the kids up to the rooms.
Dad, Madison, and I find a nice spot in the auditorium to park and watch the other groups.
The first group we saw the second slated group for the day.
Meh.
The soundman must have been slightly retarded and was driving my soundman Dad bonkers.
The piano for the group was OVERWHELMING and swallowing the vocals.
The performers sounded terrible, though I knew they were doing a better job than the soundman was making it out to be.
I honestly don't remember the next group.
I may not have seen the next group.
I remember that after that first performance, I was wrangled by my mother to come up and help the girls with their "Show Choir" hair.
SO I think I missed the next two groups.
I entered the classroom and mom quickly announced my presence.
Immediately, I was called upon by three or four girls.
So, I quickly dove into an ocean of hair and hairspray.
Show choir hair, if you don't know, is an art.
You have to perfect it.
Some girls have hair that can be pulled out of the curlers, adjusted, sprayed, and VIOLA!
Instant Fabulousness.
Junia always exhibits the perfect head of locks that I've dubbed "Baptist Hair." (The higher the hair, the closer to God.)
THEN, there are the other girls.
Maybe they curled their hair when it was just a little too damp.
Maybe they didn't keep the curlers in long enough.
Maybe they didn't use enough product.
Whatever the reason, oft times they are presented with stringy clumps or straight locks once the curlers are removed.
THIS is when special skills are called for.
Hair spray, hairspray, HAIRSPRAY.
And a prayer.
Usually does the trick.
About 30-40 minutes later, I emerge from the room in a cloud of hairspray fumes.
Returning to Dad and Madison, I resume my show-watching post as Hurricane (Pronounced Hurr'can for some odd reason) High school starts their performance.
They did so well I looked at Dad, worried.
Dad simply said, "The kids are going to have to step it up."
GULP.
Next was our kids.
All the parents gathered together, though scattered throughout the auditorium.
Tension and excitement both began to rise.
Then, they began.
And they rocked.
I was so proud.
The mom brigade then dispersed to collect the kids.
Some of the dads went back to help tear down.
The rest of us stayed to watch the next two groups.
Poca High school was next.
COMPETITION major.
They totally brought their A-game.
DOUBLE GULP.
Still proud of our kids, I knew all the PR Parents were a bit nervous.
Then Portsmouth High did their show, as most host schools do at these things.
THEN...
The Awards.
Talk about NERVES.
OMG.
The buzz was that our kids did well but a lot of PR'ers were expecting 1st or 2nd runner up (AKA 2nd or 3rd place).
Long story short....
Prominent Rendition got Grand Champs.
OMG!
Talk about hysterics.
The kids were so excited to run up and get their medals and take pictures with the BIG trophy.
The other groups were slightly peeved, as is the norm, but no one cared.
PR kids needed this.
Junia was on cloud Nine.
I was really happy that they won so Madison could see all the happy faces.
Great night.
After the competition, everyone stuffed into the Fazoli's to celebrate and frighten the local yokels trying to have a "nice" Italian family meal.
HA!
Dad, Madison, and I said our goodbye's and headed back home.
Of course, the sweet and fabulous five year old conked out in the car.
Too much.
I, of course, just had to laugh.
I often find myself stewing in thoughts quite cynnical when the subject of Show choir is brought up, mostly because Junia comes home with a new story of aggravation DAILY.
However, all cynnicism and disgust melts away when I'm arm deep in hair, or when my throat is so hoarse from cheering and screaming the group to victory with the rest of the crowd.
And then...
They go and win 1st place.
And I can't help but smile.

It's rather sickening, actually....

I didn't ask for this punishment... OR Have I mentioned how much I REALLY hate Hannah Montana?

Another christmas present victory!!!

Mom has been in... awe, I guess is the best word, over this *SHUDDER* Hannah Montana guitar thing she found recently in a Target catalog.

NOT for her self, dear God, but for Madison and Grace.

When she asked the two what they wanted for Christmas, mom was greeted with these responses...

Madi: What was your lipgloss we just used?
Mom: It is Dr. Pepper Flavored chapstick.
Madi: I want some of that.
Grace: ME TOO!

Mom: What else do you want for Christmas? Do you want clothes, or games??

Madi: Uhm...

Grace: YEAH!

Mom: Do you want any Hannah Montana stuff?
Madi/Grace:YEAH!!!!

Mom: Okay, what kind of Hannah Montana stuff?

Madi: A Hannah Montana Guitar!

Grace: YEAH! Me too!
Mom: Okay...
And so the adventure began.

The poor woman originally had her eyes on these acoustic guitars for the girls, til she saw they are $80 a pop.

YEAH, that's what we want to buy for them, just so they can turn around and NOT play with it a month later...

HA!

THEN, Lo and behold, Target held the answer...
A Hannah Montana Guitar in which it had three of her songs already programmed.

HA!
For $25!!!
HAHA!!!
But we don't normally make it up to Target.

Argh.

So, shopping in Wal-mart, I attempted to look about the Toy Dept. to find such an item...

to NO avail.

Double Argh.

All seemed lost.
And on top of that, money is kinda tight right now, so it looked grim...
Mom was disappointed that she couldn't get the girls the guitars.

She was sad because she didn't think we'd be able to get them much at all.

THEN, today at work, my dear and wonderful manager Jen and I were discussing her two girls, and what she was getting them.

After I poured out our sob story, she informed me that ODD LOTS had the guitar for which mom was looking.

*GAY GASPS ALL AROUND*

I flipped out.

After work, I scrambled over to the store and rushed to the toy section.
I scoured the aisles looking for the freaking guitars, but couldn't find hide nor hair of 'em.

ARGH!
I went up to the counter and asked a nice older manager about the guitars.

He rounded the counter and led me to a skid which I had sailed by and, LO AND BEHOLD, THERE was a stack of the guitars!!
AIGH!!
I could've kissed the man!

AND they were only $20!
HAH!

I scooped up two and quickly made my way up to the register and out the door.

When mom woke up and saw what awaited her on the kitchen table, she was quite joyous.

I made her the happiest woman in the world.

NOW, the two large toys are sweetly nestled in their wrapping paper.
Several other small Hannah Montana gifts are also individually wrapped on top of the guitars as well....

All now await Christmas day....

Which is only seven freaking days away.

Good God...

Now we just have to get some stuff for the baby and we are set.....

ugh.

Christmas is a week away. Just thought I'd share that...

Guess who got her Christmas shopping done!!!
WOOT!
Well, I have a couple of minor things still to get, BUT, for the most part, I'm done!!!!
AUGH!
Thank God!
Okay, overload of exclamation marks.
I'm so glad I got my gifts...
This year, I just got stuff for mom, dad, Junia, Madison, Grace, Nevaeh, and my cousin Tiara, since I drew her name in the family secret santa thing this year.
Kim and I went to Easton today.
That was fun.
We ate at Brio and Starbucks, and walked around, looking at the lights.
And I got the second part of my gift for Tiara and mom's gifts.
AH....
Success.
Then, I came home and did one of my favorite things...
I WRAPPED them.
I LOVE wrapping gifts.
Now I have to get a gift for our family's White Elephant gift game and some stuff for the girls, and I am set, and with 8 days to spare.
Well, 7 since I'll be giving Tiara's gift to her on Christmas Eve.
In any case, I'll be getting the final gifts on Saturday, since that's my next free day.
Technically, I won't be FREE since I'll be babysitting Nevaeh....
BUT, I'll take her shopping with me....
Not like she has a choice, being a baby and all...

I can't believe Christmas is a week away.
Seriously.
a WEEK away.
That's 7 days!
AGH.
Crazy.
I'm off Christmas Eve and Day, which means I'll be baking and cooking my pattootie off with mommy dearest while simultaneously keeping her from taking that final step over the brink of insanity.
AGAIN.
At least she doesn't drink.
YET.

A night of minor setbacks.....

So.
The director, Susan, offered me the role of Florabell so and so....
NOT Goldie...
Goldie's best friend.
John said he thought I was being a bit of a diva because I said I wasn't going to do LJJ because I didn't get the part for which l auditioned.
AND I've decided to audition for The Tempest with Rosebriar.
They still need actors for the play, and I'm just free enough to do it.
lol
I'm cool like that.

I posted my last blog, like many others, on my myspace blog.
My mother commented on it....
I adore this woman.

"Regan truly was a pivotal point for your career as an actor; one that will open new emotions and perspectives for you. Your performance of Regan was beyond the mundane and it doesn't suffice with a descriptive "you were wonderful"...coming down from that high only to be met with a small supportive role or extra in an obscure, unknown musical is an adjustment, to say the least. You would do greatly in whatever role you play...but, what do I know; I'm just your greatest fan."

No rest for the wicked...

So, I'm on the computer right now.
Obviously.
I'm here because I was in the living room, attempting to enjoy myself despite the fact I've been ill all day, but I had to vacate the living room.
I had to leave because Junia came home and brought her boyfriend with her.
And because I was on the couch and I knew she would bitch about me being on the couch, the one piece of furniture that would comfortably accomodate her and Chris.
And because I know they want to watch "Polar Express."
Well, mom wants to watch it, but was waiting til they came home.
And, as it is not Christmas time, I have no desire to sit through Polar Express.
And I have no desire to do anything involving Junia and Chris.

It's always awkward when someone you're close to and usually like dates someone you can't stand.
I have found myself leaving the room a lot faster.
Actually, I've been more likely to find refuge over at Tyler's pad, where I know they can't get me.
*SIGH*
It really grinds my gears anymore...
I can't stand that guy...

EXTRA EXTRA! British comedy makes dramaqueen go against her word... read all about it!!!

Yesterday I received a very interesting text message from one of my RTP friends, Kim.
The text message basically asked me to do her sister's part in the latest RTP production, "Playing Away," since, apparently, her sister had dropped out and they needed someone to do the part.
There was a twinge of desperation in the message, so I called her.
MAN, was she ever pissed.
Apparently, her sister "flaked out" on the role and Kim told Barry, the director, that she would call me and ask me to do the role.
I, being the silly girl I am, obliged and said I would be at the theatre last night at 7.
She said it was a small part and that the lines weren't that much.
It opens the first weekend of December, so I have plenty of time to memorize lines.
No sweat.
Well, I went.
And I loved it.
It's a great play.
Plus, we're doing british accents!
AUGH!
I spend 80% of my life walking around doing a british accent so I was pumped.
Talk about fun.

Mom was less than thrilled at the idea of me doing yet another production for which I wouldn't get paid....
Blah.
She'll come around...
Eventually.
And if not, she'll just have to hate me for the next couple of weeks.
*SHRUG*
Sacrifices, sacrifices...

It was payneful...

Mom and I recently went to see a movie together.
Being the ever typical women we are, we were split between "Max Payne" and " the Haunting of Molly Bartley."
Max Payne won.
In a manner of speaking.
First of all, mom and I, for some reason or another, were under the impression that this Max Payne was a comic book character.
Secondly, knowing nothing about the story and having to rely only on the previews on the TV, we were under the impression the story had to do with spiritual warfare, i.e. angels, demons, heaven, hell.
Kind of a spin off on Constantine.
That is clearly the vibe you get from the previews, where you see huge black, winged creatures flying around, and you hear a man's voice saying, "The Devil is building his army.... Max Payne is looking for something Heaven doesn't want to be found..."
Then the movie opens up with Mark Walberg's voice saying, "I don't believe in heaven...."
SO.
Imagine our surprise when we find out the movie is about drugs and government cover ups.
Oh, keep in mind how much we dislike Mark Walberg because of his inability to act.
Or entertain.
I was actually writing this blog in my head as I was watching the movie, if that tells you anything....
Ooh, Max Payne is all hard and wears a black leather coat.
OOh, he's a vigilante of sorts.
OOh, he takes the law in his own hands.
Ooh, his wife and child were killed and the bad guy got away? No way!
OOh, his ex-partner was played by a funny man from a sitcom.
Ooh, he has personal conflict with his old partner and that's why they are together anymore.
Ooh, he buries himself in his work....
Ooh, He never smiles the entire movie, except to a flashback where he smiles like he's mentally disabled.... That is until he realizes some broke in and killed his wife and child... Then he's hard like the streets.
Ooh, his wife was killed because of a government cover up.
Ooh, the person he trusted the most was the one who killed his wife and child...
Oh, and Beau Bridges.
LOL.
Beau Bridges' lines were hilarious.
When he wasn't asking Max "Where are you going?" he was saying cheesy lines like "He's my old partner's kid. He's family. Take care of him..."
BLEH.
The only thing about this movie that surprised me was the fact that Max Payne was trying to drown himself in either alcohol or sex.
Good Freaking Grief.
When the movie finally ended (Let me just say the last scene just epitomized the entire movie in its hilarity) I laughed.
I annoyed the tar out of mom because I laughed out of the theatre, into the restroom and out into the car.
I laughed.
It was ridiculous.
I will say that I was surprised to see Mila Kuniz doing a serious role.
Not bad, Mila.
Not bad at all.
Oh, and some rapper.... Ludacriz or something like that played this detective.
When I read that, I turned to mom and said, "Oh, that explains it."
Bad acting....
Ugh.
Bad Hollywood.
Deceiving us like that.
Bad.
Bad.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Now go stand in the corner, you naughty, naughty form of entertainment...

Just. Go. Vote.

I voted.
Mom and I woke upt at 9-something, and went to Walnut Elementary to vote.
We stood in line for all of 5 minutes, and then voted.
We spent about 11 minutes there in the building.
I voted!
On some of the issues I wasn't as aware as I should have been, but that's why they give you a short summary on the issues to read there, right???
I'm so glad it's election day.
I am so sick of the political advertisements on TV.
They really get out of hand with these freaking ads.
Now, thank goodness, they will go away.
Now, we have the stories and stories and stories of the myriad of mistakes, misvotes, and misprints to which we have to look forward...
Yay...
I can't wait.

I have to say last night I found myself torn...
I was torn about for whom I was going to vote...
I mean, I've been raised in a household that has mostly leaned towards the republican point of view.....
I've been raised by moral values voters.
So it basically came down to killing babies or economic struggle......
Tough choice.....
My best friend told this morning that she had a huge sheet of paper upon which she had scrolled her likes and dislikes about the two main candidates.
Then she said, "I might have to go Ralph Nader. That guy just doesn't quit."
lol.
Sweet Samantha....
She also said something to the effect of, "...because my one vote is going to decide the whole election."
At this point, though, to each individual american with a political opinion, it probably does matter for whom you vote (Myself included), I'm just going to say that if you are registered to vote, then go VOTE.
PERIOD.

Now, I'm going to get off my mini soapbox and curl up into a sickly ball on the couch.

Rocky HorrIBLE show...

As an avid theatre go-er and ongoing thespian, I feel a certain obligation to support my fellow thespians and theatre lovers when they themselves are involved with a production.
Such was the case last night when I trekked up 23 to 775 N. High Street, commonly known as the Axis Nightclub.
Accompanying me was my loving mother, my sister, and her friend Chris.
To what show, you may ask, were we going to attend?
Center Stage Players annual production of the Rocky Horror Show.
Ju, Chris, and I have been RHPS lovers for quite some time and were dying to see it.
MOM...
Not so much.
She was going to hang out with us, which is cool.
The night started rough when we drove around for 25 minutes looking for the freaking building.
Turns out Axis isn't actually directing on High street.
You have to turn Left on Hubbard, THEN turn left into the first alley way, as I learned from my friend Ben.
Ben, by the way, was/is playing Riff Raff in this production, and was the main reason for my desire to go.
That and the fact that it's the Rocky Horror Show.
Anyways...
We walk in with 15-ish minutes to spare to find that they have standing room only available.
Ugh.
BUT, this only costs $10 and, as we were all anticipating paying $15 dollars, I pulled out a $20 and paid for mom and I.
We found ourselves a nice spot to stand in front of the bar, and settled in for the show.
I took advantage of our spot and got my first Washington Apple for the night and diets for mom and Junia.
Then the show began....
hah...
The beginning song definitely set the mood for the show.
The gal came out to sing "Science Fiction picture show" and her mic cut out most of the song.
OMG.
Terrible.
OH, and let's not forget to mention the million young gay males that felt soooooooo compelled to yell out drunken and obscene call outs throughout the show...
That was the least of the issues, though, for I expected it.
(It was rather amusing.)
Then, Brad and Janet came out.
T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E.
He was clearly gay.
(DISCLAIMER: NOT BASHING GAYS. JUST STATING FACTS)
When they kissed at the end of "Dammit Janet" I think he gagged a bit.
The transylvanians were interesting enough.
All in black outfits of various sizes and shapes... and one male.
HA.
It became painfully clear that someone, probably the director, decided put the show to a carnival like theme, as Ben popped out of this strange black box-like set piece during "Over at the Frankenstein Place" with a green clown wig, white face paint, and a strange black smile.
He sang it well, but I was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too distracted by his get-up.
Magenta came out wearing an outfit that looked like that of a gothic ragdoll of sorts.
She was walking with a cane, which means they decided to go with the gal they casted instead of their back up.
OKAY...
Columbia was wearing a strange black tu-tu, white skin tight polo shirt, and strange.. clown-ish (?) make up.
UGH.
Both the women couldn't really sing to speak of.......
Go figure.
During the Time Warp sequence, Columbia did a strange "Ballet (?)" dance/jig thing...
You know, instead of the original tapping.
OKAY....
THEN, Frank-n- Furter came out.....
OMG.
First of all, he did NOT have Frank's swagger, the essence.
NO.
He was also obviously gay....
There was none of that transexual/bisexual ego I know and expect from Frank.
His costume was that of a sparkly... gay Ringleader.
Top hat.
Small red, sparkly overcoat.
White undershirt and what I presume was supposed to a corset type deal.
OH, and black boots.
As my conservative mother (Who, back in the day, did frequent RHPS shows, but has grown out of it and became the mom I love and adore) said, "He's not even wearing the high heels!!!"
The rest of the show was just as disappointing.
NO....
it got worse actually.
Rocky was an adorable young black guy who, for whatever reason, was directed to hump EVERYTHING.
Okay....
The came the separate bedroom scenes.
I was on my second Washington Apple and feeling loopy...
Just thought I'd plug that in there...
Now, mom said that she came to the show expecting to feel uncomfortable because all of the talk about... you know, sex.
We all expected it.
It's apart of the show.
HAH.
Well, the curtain opens up and there's a small bed.
And there's "Janet."
Gyrating and moaning and in an interesting position.
OMG.
The scene with Brad was just as bad.
Mom went out to the car.
THEN, the "Creature Of the Night" scene.
Let's just say Janet ended up back in the bed with Rocky and.....
The last position was him standing with his back to the audience, and her, in front of him....
AHEM.
The last lines of the song, "Creature of the night.... Creature of the night..."
She purposely muffled them.
Yeah.
Now, I'm definitely not the most conservative person in the world, but I was very turned off and... yeah, I'll admit it, offended.
I mean, in the original show, at least it was suggested...
It wasn't so tastelessly and blatantly displayed.
I felt sick, but I stayed to watch the performance and support Ben.
I tell you what, though, we high-tailed it out of there the moment the last line of "Superheroes" was hit.
I was done.
And disappointed.
I spent the beginning of the show stating over and over that I was going to try out for the show next year and that I could've done a much better job at acting and singing than the majority of the cast.
However, if this is how they stage the show every year, I guess I'll have to let the auditions sail by once more and hope someone else will do it in a way the rings truer to the original plot...
UGH.

Yeah.
Talk about disappointment.
The highlight of the night was actually getting back to Circleville and going over to Tyler's to watch Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and Jersey Girl....
Yeah.