We went to our first official Rocky Horror Picture Show late last night at the Little Art Theatre.  (I’ve somehow only seen the movie, not the event, and E had seen neither in its original version.)  It was relatively tame, as RHPShows go–no messy throwing things or virgin-hazing–but still lots of enthusiastic audience partici-(say it!)-pation and props.  It was a lot of fun.  Also much cozier than the big ZombieFest going on out in the cold.  Here’s one of our fellow participants, helpfully posing.

Of course we first paid a visit to HQ for some hot drinks.  Our fellow clientele were in costume, and the atmosphere was halloweeny.

We don’t go out much, having very little disposable money, but we’ve found inexpensive ways to escape our restrictive confines and worries for brief periods.  A small price to pay for mental healthcare.