I imagine most everyone has a memory of their first time watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Some younger than others, but it almost feels like a rite of passage.
Being involved in drama/speech/debate, we had a lot of cast parties and other such things in high school. Put together a bunch of teenagers who are overly dramatic to begin with and booze and, of course, Rocky Horror played at almost every one.
On top of watching the recorded version, we went to the Saturday night showings as well. Dressed up, toilet paper (oh, the luxury), newspapers and squirt bottles in hand. Of course, everyone has to dance the Time Warp.
The funny part was that it got to the point where we’d just randomly start singing it and dancing during play rehearsals. It always made everyone laugh and it was a great stress relief when things weren’t going as planned.
Fast forward a few years, maybe more than a few, and we were at the dance studio last year just before everything locked down. One of the group instructors put on Time Warp and Snake and I just stopped our routine to dance to it. And the rest of the studio joined in.
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it or heard it, still going to get up and dance, remembering the people and the fun times.