The Show Must Go On
By Roz Young November 3, 2010
If you know me, then you probably think this is going to be a depressing blog, but I promise I won’t be all sad and sappy and otherwise tear or barf inducing. Recently, the poor website has been woefully neglected and it’s because real life just keeps getting in the way. We always have big plans and generally we half-ass something and throw it online, but things came to a standstill when my dad died a few weeks ago. Now, as tragic and awful as that was, it was peaceful and in his sleep and we had no idea he had a bad heart because he wasn’t sick at all. We should all be so lucky. And suck it cancer, you don’t get the credit this time.
Earlier this year, I had another family emergency and my husband was in the hospital for a month. He’s fine and doing much better and we’re just lucky it wasn’t something worse. But, if I get another phone call this year with bad news, I’m going to have an epic tantrum and rock back and forth in the corner hugging my blankie and cats. All together, this doesn’t make for hilarious webcomics and sassy updates.
Soon after my dad passed away, and we were scrambling to deal with everything, a chance to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show (at the theatre!) came up. It was going to be complete with costumes, rice, toast and tights. At first I was hesitant. I was still in shock and helping my mom with more crappy paper work than you can shake a garter belt at. But with the help of friends, I rallied and we got our fish nets on. Matt was especially awesome and went all out with the eyeliner. Nothing cheers me up like sweet transvestites. Also, it is totally hysterical when you are trying to get into the ladies room and have to forge through a sea of hotties dressed in your outfit. So... many... Magentas... Hive fives and fist bumps all around, Matt, Eva and Allan. I don’t think I could have paid better tribute to my father than to dance our favourite dance, and time warp in his honour. In hindsight, it might have been a spot of questionable parenting when he let me watch that movie as a five year old...
And, what is this month? Why, it’s October! And that means Halloween, the bestest holiday ever invented by pagans. Oh heck, the bestest day ever. And my friends done good this year. I needed it guys, you rock my socks.
Matt represented with some classic Ash and I pimped out pajama style. Oh, and if you know Nelson, he was Katy Perry, cupcake boobs and all.