I See You Shiver With Antici ... pation!

I'm off to the theatre this evening. I'd be lying if I said it was a cultural event, as it's not. I'm going to see ...


I've seen this show a number of times in the past (I know all the moves, sing all the songs, shout at all the correct times!), but this time it's going to be a bit of a different one for me. The Daughter is coming with me. It's her first time at a live show. The Son is miffed as he's up at college and can't get back for it.

Despite my outgoing and bubbly personality (what do you mean I don't have one!?), I tend to avoid the dressing up aspect that goes with the show. I'm sorry, but no power on Earth will get me in a basque, suspenders and stockings, and high-heels! That being said, I don't go dressed ready for a night at the opera. No, I like to think I get into the 'feel' of the show ... just toned down compared to the total (and wonderfully attired) Rocky Horror addicts who become one of the characters for the evening.

As for me this evening, I'm in a bit of a quandry. The friends we're going with (both busty females) are going for the full basque bit (as far as I know), so they're expecting me to dress up as well. I can't, however, decide what to actually wear, and how far to go with it. I'm thinking along the lines of party biker. I'm going to see if The Ex-Wife will apply a bit of slap for me. The Daughter will, probably, disown me on the spot! Her boyfriend is going to be there as well, although he's not sitting with us. How much do I want to embarrass her? (*muwahahahaha*)

(*sings*) I'm just a sweet transvestite ...