It’s been a rather up and down few days.
On Friday night I went to watch the Rocky Horror Show with one of my friend’s who had a spare ticket. It’s The Bloke’s favourite show (aside from RENT) so we have seen it once before, and if I’m being honest it wasn’t something that I really understood or, dare I say it, particularly enjoyed.
However, the seats were right at the front, and even though I didn’t dress up I was surrounded by people who had gone all out to replicate the weird and wacky costumes in the show, my friends included.
The last time we went to watch it, I learned very quickly that heckling and audience participation were very much part of the show. Unfortunately, some of the people I was sitting near hadn’t quite learned what to say and when to say it, so by the end of the first half they were so drunk that they had taken to screaming profanities whenever they felt like it, which got on my nerves after a while. However, this time I was near a massive group of die-hard Rocky Horror fans who knew the show as much as the cast did, and their shouting not only made us laugh, but caught the cast a little off-guard too, resulting in some hilarious improv from the narrator, Steve Punt. The cast were incredible, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
After the show I went and harassed the very handsome actor who played ‘Brad’ and got a picture taken with him, and then we went for a drink (for once, a lemonade in my case) in the pub round the corner. Unfortunately for my friend, who was wearing a Magenta-esque outfit, complete with a bright red wig, her boots decided that they would completely disintegrate, and she left bits of rubber sole wherever she walked. True to form and as a supportive friend there was only one thing I could do – I almost wet myself laughing and took pictures of her feet as she hobbled back to the car in her short dress, tights and what was left on her feet. Hilarious.
The Bloke was visiting his family on Saturday and I ended up sleeping for a while, but I was feeling rough, and this continued into Sunday. I blame The Bloke for giving me teacher germs from the school he works at. I was a bit gutted as I wanted to go and watch my friend run the half-marathon (can you believe that it’s a year since I did it myself?), but didn’t think that standing out in the cold and rain would help me to feel any better. Thankfully, my friend smashed the course, completing it in 2 hrs and 50 mins, which is amazing!
Sadly, we recently made the decision that we’re going to have to take my cat, Daisy, to the vets and say goodbye. It’s going to be tough, but she has type 1 diabetes and even though we’ve sustained her since her diagnosis over three years ago with twice-daily insulin injections and special food, it’s only going to get worse. Last week, she had a rather bad hypo and even though I was more upset about it than she appeared to be, I can’t watch her go through that anymore. Her eyesight is beginning to get worse and inevitably her kidneys will fail, so I’d rather say goodbye now than watch her deal with pain and waste away, but it’s going to be awful. I just hope she forgives me, as silly as that may sound.
What about you guys? What have you been up to?
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