Two entries in one day...always a sign. Sometimes, it has to be done.

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I'm really excited that it's the weekend. Have I mentioned how much I love the weekend?

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I had a *big* meeting this morning. Lots of men in suits. And then me. Not in a suit, 'cause I just can't go there. I've decided I will not longer conform to that imperialist value. Go colonize someone else. I'm no less smart, nor smarter, because of the jacket I wear.

I will never understand the concept of a suit as regulatory business attire for as long as I live.

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It has come to my attention that I am 27 and have never been to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. EEEEKKKKKK!

It has come to my attention that I am 27 - Fuck! How did that happen??? But I digress...

Can you believe a girl from the hinterlands of Pennsylanvania has never been a part of this iconic film experience?

Now that's a horror.

Believe it. I always wanted to go, and my cool best friend Margo, who had been to the movie with one of her many older and fabulous boyfriends, decided I was going -regardless of the fact that my parents would never let me out of the house after midnight.

Have I mentioned that I had a curfew up until the night before I left for college? Oh yes, I did. I had to be in at 1AM the night before I left for college. These curfews, were clearly violated, but I had them none the less. And let me tell you, looking back, I needed curfews. What was I thinking???

So Margo, who never had a curfew (evil bitch) drove to my house at midnight and parked her car across the street (she had a deisel Mercedes and those old machines were LOUD)while I snuck downstairs and crawled out of our living room window, running through the trees in front of our house, careful not to trip off the timed lights, then I jumped into her car, and we sped off to the local movie theatre - which was about 30 minutes away.

When we got there we couldn't believe our 17-year old eyes! Men dressed as women, S&M fetish people, people with bags of rice and toilet paper and these FREAKS - they all seemed to know each other!

We were dying to get in. We couldn't stand it.

So the two of us, in our Guess jeans and our Limited Sweaters - tres chic, I know - ambled up to the ticket window to buy our way into this rite of passage. We were so sassy for school girls, probably the result of older boyfriends and partying at local colleges. We were sooo BEYOND high school.::WINK:: We were slyly smiling at the S&M freaks and winking and laughing at the drag queens, and they were touching their privates and naughtily wiggling their tongues at us, when...

We were asked for ID.

That's right. Apparently, this was not a show for 17-year-olds and we were shot down.

This, at the time, was grossly humilating. Literally, I wanted to die.

How I reacted is not even a memory, I feel this incident is too tragic for me to even delve into. I believe Margo, the much cooler of the two of us, threw her head back and laughed as she walked away. I have no idea how I handled this terrible rejection.

Anyway, it's 10 years later (yikes!) and I am still jonesing to go.

Just waiting here...with my rice and my toilet paper. Just a Partygirl with a wish...for a little piece of suburbia.

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