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August 7, 2004 3:00 AM Good-looking drunk man approaches us- nine girls and...Greg- at the Friendly Toast. We have just finished viewing the Rocky Horror Show Live and are dressed in our best- for example, I am in a white slip and push-up bra. It was fun wearing garments- or lack thereof- such as these as we walked by many a policeman in the middle of the night. Woop. Woop. He sits with us and explains that he is getting trashed as part of the bachelor party that he planned for his friend, who's getting married on Sunday. He tries to find a lemon in his glass of water, but although much time passes, fails with every attempt. A pack of Marlboros are in his shirt pocket. As he leaves, he reminds us that he is located at the Sheraton in room #371- and he'll probably be alone.

a great tradition among cafeamis folk, rocky horror is performed live every summer in Portsmouth.  We usually go out to friendly toast afterward, still in our underwear.  which makes for some great memories, like the one above.

rocky 2004 pics here

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