  My night began somewhat like that. It actually began when I was innocently sitting in front of my computer, downloading the Aqua Teen Hunger Force theme song, when an IM popped up on my screen. "oy! Saxena. You rockying tonight? " I hadn't thought about it, but since I hadn't been in so long, I felt it was my patriotic duty to attend this lovely 4th of July weekend. So I waited until my dad came home, had dinner, got all prettied up and went out on the town. I met Sharpie outside of her work on 28th and 7th. I'll admit I was a bit scared. The streets were almost bare except for a few of the sleazy types, who kept eyeing me in my satin and lace shirt and hot-pink knee highs.
But we met up all the same and, having about 4 hours to kill, went to Union Square. After buying "True Stories" (a movie by David Byrne) and some ice cream, we headed over to Tracy's house, meeting up along the way with Harry. Tracy and Evan (our virgin for the night) were already there. Tracy and I proceeded to try on many a costume, and I ended up with a new black, tight, cleavage-y shirt. Sweet deal. I have to say, even though Rie wasn't there, I think this was the best time out of my...Oh crap...I've lost count by now. I don't know, it just seemed like this was the time I most connected with the cast. I am a regular indulger of the rocky, but I usually can't afford to go every time my friends go, so it always seems that I miss out on crucial bonding moments. Not this time. Hugs from Mark and Brent set the evening off with a good tone. Feeling loved is always nice.
And we met a new kid, Josh. Well, not new, he has been there a lot, but new to us as we had never been formally introduced. We went inside, the music started, and it was heaven. And dude! This kid Josh knows how to swing dance! I have never met another person, let alone a guy, who knows how to swing dance! And he does it well! Also, last night marked the glorious return of the "Bohemian Rhapsody" medley, even if it was in the absence of a certain Chuck Naked. I think the most interesting part of the night came during the Brad/Janet deflowering scenes. Mad Man Mike lay down in the row of seats in front of us, to rest himself until he made Rocky take it up the ass.
I was sitting on the edge, and he turned his head towards me and we started talking. And then he actually introduced himself to me. It never occurred to me that we didn't really know each other. Well, I knew him, but he knew me merely as another prostitot. We shook hands, and he informed me that if I ever threw my bra on stage again he was keeping it. (Oh right, that little escapade was fun, I threw my bra onstage during "Sweet Transvestite," he picked it up, and wore it for a while as a lovely headband before snapping it back to me.
) So after Mark scared the crap out of me by sneaking up on me, and after exchanging e-mails and meeting another Boondock Saints enthusiast, Tracy and I headed home, ate pudding, watched Sweet Home Alabama, and went to bed. But not actually sleeping until about 5:30 in the morning, we had some pretty weird conversations. I won't divulge their contents, except to say TRIANGLE! So now I'm home, savoring the memory of the night before and anticipating the one I will have next Friday, where I will definitely make it to the diner if I am invited. I just want to savor each one of these visits before I have to go, because I am positive the New Orleans cast has nothing on these guys. 
