"I have never felt like this before / felt my body sinking to the grassy floor
No I have never known a love like this / felt the flaming arrows of the hunter's kiss."
--Hunter's Kiss, Rasputina

Best. Halloween. EVER.

The plan for the night was to go see Rocky Horror at GW. They put it on twice a year around Halloween, so I had already seen them do it on Saturday. It's a very nice change over the New York show, in large part because of the audience. Full of virgins, no props allowed, no real props used by the cast, but everyone is there because they want to be there and want to contribute to having a good time. One person Saturday turned around and said to our group, "I'm trying to watch the movie." The immediate response? "What the hell are you doing here?" The cast there likes me in a general sense, because I yell loud, and through the whole movie, and I'm funny. They even remember me from last year, in a vague yeah-there-was-that-one-guy-yelling-was-that-you kind of way, which is good enough for me. Random thankings from strangers in the audience afterwards is good too.

But the most important thing about this cast is the girls. For a preshow, they have hot girls strip to panties and electrical-tape Xs, to the tune of "Pour Some Sugar On Me." There's lots of writhing. Saturday they kept their bras on, which was a little dissapointing. Ah well. Even more important than the girls, though, is The Girl. She's one of the pre-show girls, and also plays Columbia - did when I saw them last year too. The Girl is gorgeous. Incredibly much so. I'm not going to go into details on her anatomy. There will be pictures soon. So a good portion of Saturday Rocky was spent in spellbound contemplation of her charms.

Something had to be done.

Thursday afternoon, I head to the school store and acquire a piece of black posterboard, two glue sticks, and a book on Urban Magic because it was on sale and seemed like a good idea at the time. But anyways, a few hours later (most spent doing other things. Yeah work ethic) my masterpiece is completed: a sign that reads "I LUST/ COLUMBIA." There's no slash on the sign, that was just, you know, to show that it went onto the next line. Nevermind.

Next came the waiting, most of which involved studying for my Social Psych test today (which I think I aced, as an aside). One by one, the people in "my group" bailed on me - Chris and the girls in the room next door wound up with too much work to do, and Daniel had *Cough* other reasons for not going to Rocky. All in all this was a good thing, because it meant I got to ride in a car both ways instead of Metroing/cabbing with those losers. Ha! Also, watched an episode of Scrubs, which is the most hilarious show currently on network television outside The Simpsons. Inside the Simpsons, it's very very dark. Shut up.

I did a bunch of fairly odd things. I showered (that's not the odd thing, you bastard) and did my hair all weird and didn't care what people might think of it. I wore a colored shirt, army green, with the words Absolute Pleasure written on it - appropriate, especially considering that they're Absolute Pleasure Productions. Said shirt had no sleeves. I wore a jacket over this that also had colors. More than one even. All in all, feeling very adventurous. Go me.

Last pre-Rocky note: We got to GW early, and hung out in Tower for a while. I picked up a copy of 12 Tales, a VA collection that features a short fairytale written by Rasputina for each song, and illustrations by Amy Brown. Very, very nice CD.

Now for the Rockyness. I split up from the AU people immediately, heading for standard Rocky position - back and to the left. Things eventually filled up more than they had on Saturday, so I wasn't back row anymore. Ah well. The actual point was so that the most people could hear what I was saying. Wait wait wait, sing along to "Shot Through The Heart," wait wait wait... and then we start. I'm gonna tell you about the virgin sacrifices now, despite the fact that they actually did this during halftime. On Saturday, an AU virgin took 3 out of the 4 virgin contests. The last three in fact, so we had a streak going. We proceeded to win the next two contests, and then one more after a loss, so we had six wins and a streak of five. We breed our virgins well. Or maybe we're just the largest single group present and we yell loud. Either way.

I was on a roll last night. Saturday, there were a few times I messed up and sputtered and cursed, which at least amused me and the director, who was sitting right there. Last night, no mistakes. All the perfect silences for the nonplebe callbacks. Even for the ones that everybody or so knew, my timing was better. A group would say something a little early, get a few laughs, and then I'd hit it exactly, louder than the first group put together, and the place would erupt. I let callbacks slide to do the callback-callbacks. Apparently, some people have never been referred to as a cheap audience before. People kept turning to see who was doing all this, and one guy up front dressed as a Transylvanian stood up laughing midshow and started asking who the hell is that back there? Ross eventually abandoned the main group of AU kids to sit by me, which lent some extra volume to the stuff we both knew, and let us do the callback-responses with each other. My voice was already gone by the time Frank shows up, so I had to keep shifting pitch to find parts of my vocal cords that I hadn't ruined for the night. But I did it. And it was good. I've never had so many people thank me for going.

This is secondary to the fact that Justin was brave as regards The Girl. I held my sign up for the preshow (electrical tape tonight, yowza) and for final bows, but the whole-spotlight-in-eyes thing kept her from seeing it. So when the houselights came on, I pushed my way down the center aisle ("Excuse me, but I'm moving in an opposite direction") to the stage. She was busy talking to people, congratulating, being congratulated, so I simply held the sign until she turned and saw it. Which she did.

She flipped out. She started laughing and covering her face, the same way that people do when Ed McMahon shows up with the check for $10 Mil. She hugged me, and showed the sign to everybody, said it was the best thing she ever got from Rocky, oh my god, could she keep it, what's your name? Hers turned out to be Susan. She kissed me a few times to thank me, so that wound up being what I traded the sign for. Lisa took the aforementioned pictures as well, which I should hopefully have soon. We talked for a bit before people had to start going separate ways, which I of course used for gratuitous flirting. Most of that got the happy-surprised laughter, so I guess it didn't go so badly.

So the leaving was happening, and she called out goodbye from the outside door and went out(She used my name, and me being me I was actually surprised that she had remembered that long).

Lisa: Did you get her number?
Justin: Nope. I'm still a coward.
*Lisa goes running for door*

So thanks to Lisa, I have an email address written in lipstick on a receipt. Which I'll use. Soon. I swear. All in all, I think I did fairly well considering that this is the first time ever in my entire life that I started a conversation with a girl I didn't know because she was attractive. That was a little convoluted, but I'm sure you get the point. Or lets try again - before this, I'd never hit on anyone that I hadn't earlier been introduced to. Sorry to belabor the point, but I'm all happy and excited. As was mentioned to me today, I still had a BSG (big stupid grin) on my face when I got back last night.

And lipstick. There was lipstick.

And then there was a riot.

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