Rocky Path
Going up the escalator at Ciudad Universitaria, I noticed two studs making out a few steps up from me. Their slurping, making the disapproving crowd going down quite uncomfortable (still? seriously?), bothered me too... I was…well… fine, I’ll say it: I was jealous! Why isn’t anyone kissing me? Boo hoo…
In need of a pick me up, hmm…
Red lipstick?
A corset?
Some pearls?
(Still no idea where I’m heading?)
In one word, I needed Rocky. Not the one rising up to the challenge of our rival….Eye of the tigerrrrrr... but the one at the start of a pretty big downer… namely Dr. Frank-N-Furter’s creation: Rocky Horror.
Friday the 13th, in skirts, boas, corsets – too tight because they belonged to our “girlfriends” - full-on make-up and some in heels – where they found size 11 heels, I’ll never know – and still buzzing from Rupaul’s latest hit Cover Girl (Yes, she’s back!), we danced and put the base in our walk on our way to sala YA'STA. We queued on Calle Valverde, mostly known for its working girls and felt right at home.
After having been drawn the V of virgin on our foreheads and congratulated on how fabulous we looked, we got in. It was a proper underground happening, the bar/ club had been transformed into an improvised cinema and the audience sat on the floor drinking beers and smoking fags. The Rocky Horror Picture Show sing-along renamed The Rocky Horror Dramakuin Show (in its original version with Spanish subtitles), was orchestrated by a group of drag queens/ actors that knew exactly what they were doing and got us pissing our pants with laughter. The truly talented lip-synching cast performed on stage while others stayed in the audience to shout out some genius Spanish talk-back lines on the screen. I had never laughed so hard. They helped us to make good use of our bags of goodies, given to us at the door, (a birthday cone hat, some playing cards, rice, rubber gloves, confettis, some toilet paper… one thing was missing though: the water pistol – But hush, I don’t want to spoil the surprise!) and we, along with the entire audience, ended the night time-warping away. We left, exhilarated, and walked down Gran Via in search of a chino for some beers.
As great a night as it was, it was nothing compare to what’s to come. The event of the Year, the one thing we’ve all been waiting for... Time to gather all your friends, to bring out your national flag and to let it hang proudly out of your window; repeat after me: Europe is liviiiiiiing a ceeelebration, todos juntos vamos a cantar…
(Eurovision 2009, May 16th, TVE 1, 9 pm)
