Sorry, just had to share this - the thread brought back so many fond memories.....
Halloween 1981. A Saturday night I will never, EVER forget.
As Halloween fell on a Saturday this particular year, my friends and I decided it would be FUGGIN-AY AWSUM to celebrate at the weekly RHPS showing on the Skywalk in Cincinnati. And wouldn’t it be just BITCHIN’ to go in costume?! Oh, yeah!
My girlfriend went as Columbia. My best friend donned his Riff Raff costume. And I……
I went as Dr. Frank N. Furter, the alien transvestite mad scientist (I just LOVE saying that, it sums up the silliness of the movie so well….)
Not just in drag – but in lingerie. Panties, nylons…. the whole bit, all of it. My girlfriend helped me the makeup and finding stuff ‘my’ size. And, she did a hell of a job on me, MIGHTY DAMN I was ssssexah…… lol.
We went on down to the show, midnight screening of course, and had a grand and glorious time.
When the show let out, however, I made a tragic discovery. I discovered that certain members of the Cincinnati Police Department don’t have much of a sense of humor. I was arrested for indecent exposure and carted downtown to the courthouse, where I spent the next several hours sharing accomodations with a bunch of drunks.
Yeah, not particularly comfortable.
I had to call the old man to throw my bail, because nobody in my little group had the funds. The best part was along around 6am, when I was finally ushered out the door to the waiting area to be released into my Dad’s custody.
The look on his face when he saw his oldest son dressed like a really bad Victoria’s Secret model….. PRICELESS.
“Um….. is there something you want to tell me?”
Take it easy, Dad. Halloween….. (indicates wardrobe) COSTUME.
He didn’t look particularly impressed. But then, it WAS 6am on a Sunday morning, and he’d been summoned at a hideous hour to bail out his oldest son, who was wearing women’s underclothes.
The case got dismissed – but that was too late to prevent my name from showing up in the arrest report in the newspaper Monday morning.
Things I learned from this experience:
1. Women are fuggin MASOCHISTS. How in the HELL do you ladies walk around in heels like that? I swear, my feet STILL hurt from that night.
2. Women enjoy treating men like Barbie dolls. At least, MY girlfriend did.
3. The Rocky Horror Picture Show is the greatest bit of cinema EVER. And the worst bit of cinema EVER.
4. The people that take the mugshots at the courthouse are the same breed as the DMV photographers. I looked just AWFUL. My hair was a mess, my makeup was all messed up…..
5. The drunk tank is no place you ever want to be when you’re wearing lingerie.
6. The drunk tank is no place you ever want to be, PERIOD.
7. On that particular night, I discovered I owned the same kind of car as Brad Majors – His car was a 1967 Ford station wagon, probably a Country Squire. My ride at the time was a 1967 Country Sedan – same car, just not as ‘upscale’ a trim package as the Squire. By this point, I’d been to the show probably a half-dozen times, but this was the first time I realized I was driving a ‘Brad-mobile’.
8. When the armed forces conduct a background check for a potential enlistee, an arrest record for indecent exposure can really make the enlistment process….. interesting. Even if you aren’t actually convicted. Especially when they look over all the particulars of the arrest. And the mug shot. Fortunately, I was waivered in because my recruiter had never seen anyone ace an ASVAB before.
I wouldn't trade the experience for ANYTHING. Arrested or not, it was one HELL of a trip.
Halloween 1981. A Saturday night I will never, EVER forget.
As Halloween fell on a Saturday this particular year, my friends and I decided it would be FUGGIN-AY AWSUM to celebrate at the weekly RHPS showing on the Skywalk in Cincinnati. And wouldn’t it be just BITCHIN’ to go in costume?! Oh, yeah!
My girlfriend went as Columbia. My best friend donned his Riff Raff costume. And I……
I went as Dr. Frank N. Furter, the alien transvestite mad scientist (I just LOVE saying that, it sums up the silliness of the movie so well….)
Not just in drag – but in lingerie. Panties, nylons…. the whole bit, all of it. My girlfriend helped me the makeup and finding stuff ‘my’ size. And, she did a hell of a job on me, MIGHTY DAMN I was ssssexah…… lol.
We went on down to the show, midnight screening of course, and had a grand and glorious time.
When the show let out, however, I made a tragic discovery. I discovered that certain members of the Cincinnati Police Department don’t have much of a sense of humor. I was arrested for indecent exposure and carted downtown to the courthouse, where I spent the next several hours sharing accomodations with a bunch of drunks.
Yeah, not particularly comfortable.
I had to call the old man to throw my bail, because nobody in my little group had the funds. The best part was along around 6am, when I was finally ushered out the door to the waiting area to be released into my Dad’s custody.
The look on his face when he saw his oldest son dressed like a really bad Victoria’s Secret model….. PRICELESS.
“Um….. is there something you want to tell me?”
Take it easy, Dad. Halloween….. (indicates wardrobe) COSTUME.
He didn’t look particularly impressed. But then, it WAS 6am on a Sunday morning, and he’d been summoned at a hideous hour to bail out his oldest son, who was wearing women’s underclothes.
The case got dismissed – but that was too late to prevent my name from showing up in the arrest report in the newspaper Monday morning.
Things I learned from this experience:
1. Women are fuggin MASOCHISTS. How in the HELL do you ladies walk around in heels like that? I swear, my feet STILL hurt from that night.
2. Women enjoy treating men like Barbie dolls. At least, MY girlfriend did.
3. The Rocky Horror Picture Show is the greatest bit of cinema EVER. And the worst bit of cinema EVER.
4. The people that take the mugshots at the courthouse are the same breed as the DMV photographers. I looked just AWFUL. My hair was a mess, my makeup was all messed up…..
5. The drunk tank is no place you ever want to be when you’re wearing lingerie.
6. The drunk tank is no place you ever want to be, PERIOD.
7. On that particular night, I discovered I owned the same kind of car as Brad Majors – His car was a 1967 Ford station wagon, probably a Country Squire. My ride at the time was a 1967 Country Sedan – same car, just not as ‘upscale’ a trim package as the Squire. By this point, I’d been to the show probably a half-dozen times, but this was the first time I realized I was driving a ‘Brad-mobile’.
8. When the armed forces conduct a background check for a potential enlistee, an arrest record for indecent exposure can really make the enlistment process….. interesting. Even if you aren’t actually convicted. Especially when they look over all the particulars of the arrest. And the mug shot. Fortunately, I was waivered in because my recruiter had never seen anyone ace an ASVAB before.
I wouldn't trade the experience for ANYTHING. Arrested or not, it was one HELL of a trip.
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