Last Friday my girlfriend and I went to go watch The Rocky Horror Show at the Fugard Theatre. It was for one of our "infamous" date nights. I say infamous because there hasn't been a date night that has ever gone according to plan, it always ends up balls to the walls with us waking up the next day not knowing what the fuck happened the night before. Thank god for cameras or else our memories would be a complete blank.
We started the evening at Dias Tavern, which is just down the road from the Fugard Theatre, so it would be convenient for us to just eat and walk there. As we got to Dias I ordered a bottle of wine, which was finished in no time, I blame my stressful week at work for that. As our food arrived, we ordered another bottle of wine... aaaand that's where the night begins.
The show was awesome, I mean REALLY awesome. I seriously recommend it. Personally, I found it better than the movie, even the singing was unbelievable. The stage production for such a small theatre was also brilliant. I think this show comes second on my "best musicals ever" list after We will rock you.
After the interval we managed to sneak in ANOTHER bottle of wine. After that, all I remember is giving a standing ovation (before the show had even ended) and then jumping on the stage to get a photo taken and then getting escorted out the theatre by the ushers. Before we left we manage to get a photo with Dr. Frank N. Furter (as you can see, we were in a bit of a state already)
We started the evening at Dias Tavern, which is just down the road from the Fugard Theatre, so it would be convenient for us to just eat and walk there. As we got to Dias I ordered a bottle of wine, which was finished in no time, I blame my stressful week at work for that. As our food arrived, we ordered another bottle of wine... aaaand that's where the night begins.
The show was awesome, I mean REALLY awesome. I seriously recommend it. Personally, I found it better than the movie, even the singing was unbelievable. The stage production for such a small theatre was also brilliant. I think this show comes second on my "best musicals ever" list after We will rock you.
After the interval we managed to sneak in ANOTHER bottle of wine. After that, all I remember is giving a standing ovation (before the show had even ended) and then jumping on the stage to get a photo taken and then getting escorted out the theatre by the ushers. Before we left we manage to get a photo with Dr. Frank N. Furter (as you can see, we were in a bit of a state already)
We decided that the night was still young when we left the theatre and decided to walk to Dragon Room, a place I haven't been to since 2012, back in my dubstep days. I can't believe it's R100 to get in to that shit hole. It's not even a half decent party. Luckily we somehow managed to sneak in past the bouncers in our drunken state. No clue how that happened. We also managed to leave with our drinks and their glasses. Another mystery to me.
Thinking the night was still "young", we thought going to Tiger Tiger in Claremont would be a great idea. Another place I haven't been to in over a year or so and wow, how times have changed. The DJ is still the same except his hair is grey now. The music and people are still the same, except a lot younger than I remember. After a few suitcases at the shooter bar, all I could basically do after that was stand in the middle of the dance floor and bop my head shouting "I'm too fucked for this" as random people walked past me with weird looks on their faces while my girlfriend was dancing on the speakers with everything she had. We eventually got swept out of there when the club closed and somehow managed to get home safely and try patch together everything that happened while hanging balls.
Thinking the night was still "young", we thought going to Tiger Tiger in Claremont would be a great idea. Another place I haven't been to in over a year or so and wow, how times have changed. The DJ is still the same except his hair is grey now. The music and people are still the same, except a lot younger than I remember. After a few suitcases at the shooter bar, all I could basically do after that was stand in the middle of the dance floor and bop my head shouting "I'm too fucked for this" as random people walked past me with weird looks on their faces while my girlfriend was dancing on the speakers with everything she had. We eventually got swept out of there when the club closed and somehow managed to get home safely and try patch together everything that happened while hanging balls.