Rocky Horror was, lamentably, not very much fun, which is too bad since crabmoon, evil_jim, lord_alucard, renny1780 and the_tick27 had all shown up, along with Keith, Caleb, Ahnika and Craig. I think they had a good time, but a few minutes into the film a guy came in with a small entourage and proceeded to shout callbacks which gravitated toward the lowest common denominator of "lookit me! I'm swearing in a movie theater!"-type material. Way back when Tiny Fools was first forming, r3507 did his best to phase that stuff out in favor of callbacks that contain actual jokes, and I have never appreciated that as much as I do now.
Anyway, the guy's shouting covered everybody else up, ruined a fair number of our best bits, and complained loudly about visual jokes (specifically "my seat! I can't move my seat!"). He had a couple of good lines, but they were outweighed by the vast barrage of not funny. Sometimes somebody shows up who's from a different city, shouts louder than any of us, and has wonderful callbacks. Not this guy.*
When the movie was over he came to the front of the theater and introduced himself. Apparently he's making a documentary about Rocky Horror in the Midwest, which explains the presence of a camcorder a couple of rows behind us. It does not explain why he shouted right next to the camera all night long. He's going to have hours of footage of himself yelling the same stupid stuff in theaters across the Heartland. I hope he intends to replace the audio.
After the show we went to Country Kitchen and found it closed. I sent people along to Perkins and waited for the remaining cast who eventually all showed up. They seated us in the main part of the restaurant which was probably a bad idea on their part since we pretty much filled it up. I kind of wanted to speak with Jim, Keith, Renee, and everybody I mentioned above, but their table was full so I ended up sitting with some of the cast and a couple of our regulars who were all calling the documenary guy "asinine." I bring this up to point out that it's not just me. I got home and went to bed around 5, and got up at 10.
Sunday being Father's Day, I went out to my parents' house. Actually, the plan was really to celebrate my birthday eight days late since getting my whole family (all four of us and my sister's boyfriend James) together at the same time is difficulter than you'd expect (that's probably a real word, by the way). My dad takes the same attitude toward Father's Day that I take toward my birthday. It would be depressing if nobody remembered it, but there's a fine line between acknowledging the day and too much celebration. Going out to Ella's was too much celebration for me. For my dad, well, my sister and I got him a couple of little gifts, namely a copy of What the #$*! Do We Know. We had my usual birthday meal of manicotti. Dad would probably rather have had a steak, but it's summer and there will be plenty of opportunities to fire up the grill.
After the meal, we went to pick up a piano for my sister, which was being sold by a friend of one of my mom's coworkers. This happened at the worst possible time for me thanks to the amount of sleep I'd gotten. On a weeknight I get four to six hours of actual sleep so five hours after Rocky Horror wouldn't sound like such a bad thing, but on a weeknight I'm generally in bed for seven or eight hours. Clearly my body gets something out of all that time I spend in bed awake. When I shift my schedule forward by staying up too late, it's easier for me to fall asleep and stay asleep, and generally it's easier for me to get up. Initially I feel good and less groggy than a usual morning, but after about six hours I become cranky and sluggish. It's like that collapse most people feel hour or two after lunch, except that I'm also in a foul mood. This always lasts a couple of hours for me, after which I'm fine. I woke up around the time we were loading the piano into the house, which means I was useless for most of the move. Oh, well.
Anyway, that, more or less, was my weekend.
* The special features on the special DVD edition of my livejournal will include several deleted versions of the end of that paragraph, all making reference to the song Two Out of Three Ain't Bad by Meatloaf. Ultimately, all were cut in favor of the terser "Not this guy," because they were interrupted the flow of the post and were deemed "clumsy" by the studio management. Speaking as the writer, I've never felt bad about losing that particular joke. It was pretty weak.