A fake set of black hornrimmed eyeglasses, to pose as Brad(asshole)?
Eat Meatloaf before the show.
See if you can talk him into letting you put eyeliner on him. Guyliner is the sexiest thing in the world. It will help if you are already dressed for the show, as per your comment his blood supply may be elsewhere than his brain, and emphasize how sexy it is, it’s Halloween, and it’ll be lots of fun. Maybe show him some 80’s hair band vids to emphasize that masculinity and makeup are not incompatible.
sigh Boys in makeup. Makes me weak in the knees, it does. And RHPS is a good part of why.
In the late 70s and the early 80s, I’d occasionally drop by Toronto’s 99¢ Roxy for a late Friday night showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Full blown costumes for most of the audience, dancers on the stage in front of their respective screen characters, every audience call made and every prop thrown (fortunately, damp newspapers don’t burn), and a wonderful variety of people all open to each other. The audience was the show, and what a show it was!
Then one evening I went to a screening of Rocky Horror at Innis College hosted by the University of Toronto’s film club (I studied cinema there). No costumes, no singing, no dancing, no calling, no responding, no props, no throws. Just “Shhhhh!” from other audience members when I tried shouting out. It sucked. Why the difference between the two venues? The people. The scene.
Many years later, some UofT/Innis students tried to summarize what made the Rocky Horror Picture Show a weekly fixed event at the Roxy for many years. I think they nailed it:
Can such a scene be repeated on a one-off basis? Doubtful. I’ve been to a number of such showings, and none of them have come close, but if you and your friends dress up and go with a resolution to kick loose and have a blast, join in with the call and throws whether you know them or not, and laugh and talk and dance with your fellow audience members whether you know them or not, from the very moment you line up for tickets until you arrive back home at your door, then I guarantee that you will have a delightful and memorable evening. Let your id dribble out into the air along with the rest of the audience and become part of the scene, and as Dr. Frank N. Furter says, “Don’t dream it. Be it.”
And don’t be surprised if you are either brought up on stage before the show or asked to stand up and introduce yourself to the people sitting in your area when the call for virgins goes out (virgins are people who have not attended the RHPS before). If a call doesn’t go out, then get up on stage, introduce yourself as a virgin, and see if the audience is the real deal.
Just don’t forget to post to tell us how it went!
Put him in a cheap tux, brylcreem or dippity-do back his hair, and he’ll do fine as one of the party guests in the balcony scene.
If he protests too much about the makeup, just tell him that he won’t fit in with your other two escorts for the show.
Canadians have been struggling for decades to come up with a national identity. From Wiki:
You might have just found the answer for us. Perhaps we are the living embodiment of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. :eek:
Or, sadly, perhaps not. 
You could dress him as Brad, in a tux for the early scenes, or more casual in a light jacket for the later scenes or just underwear. But it would help to match the eyeglasses.
If he’s blonde, you could squeeze him into tight gold hotpants and bring him along as the character Rocky Horror. That way he wouldn’t have to be embarrassed by having to wear makeup (or anything else).
This is eerie. I came to post the same thing. I was at a midnight showing, Harvard Square about 30 years ago. I was there several years in a row. We must have been in the same audience one of those times. 
But then the dialog just drones on and on…
Royal Canadian Party House…!
tagline- “Up North… the Women Always Get Their Men…!”
trailer lines-
“Leafs suck! Canadiens all the way…!”
“I’ll Kill you for that…!”
cue clothes ripping, gratuitous beer, and angry hockey-sex
“Okay… the players aren’t bad… but they only person who screws your team over harder than the refs is that Mike Babcock…!”
“I’ll Kill you for that…!”
cue more clothes ripping, more gratuitous beer, and even more angry hockey-sex
Extended Trailer Line That Spoils The Ending:
“Okay… wanna joint?”
“Beauty! Can I take you to meet my parents Sunday?”
“I’ll need a bigger joint…”
“Ha. They’ll want us married.”
“Who’d do the music?”
“Is Bryan Adams free?”
“Since 1985…”
~Cue Hallmark Ending~
This.
Tell your guy that if he does some eyeliner, you’ll be hot the whole time. Maybe you could convince him on some clear lip gloss, too. Have him try it out ahead of time at home and, er, demonstrate.
There’s a checker at the nearby Mariano’s who wears nail polish, eyeliner and lip gloss. OMG I’ll stand in his line all day. Plays for the other team, but huhbluhoooweee, hello.
Was Hannah And Her Sisters playing at the same time? Because I distinctly remember a theater employee walking up and down the sidewalk past the line of theatergoers repeatedly saying, “We have no more tickets for the midnight showing of Hannah And Her Sisters.” Also, we were in town for a big SF convention.
If both of those are true for you as well, we might have been at the same showing.
You’ve never heard of the Rocky Corer Picture Ho?
Pfft. Square.
Definitely lots of eyeliner, dark red lipstick, push-up bra, short skirt, fishnets, and heels.
That’ll do for your SO. Now we just gotta dress YOU.
You must be watching the season opener tonight between the Leaf and Habs.
So did I, also in the same years, but more than a few times. And great times they were!
This thread is turning into old home week.
'Tisin’t it?
I actually only went a half dozen or so times, in late '78 and very early '79, when the phenomenon was still fairly new. No one acted along with the movie in those dear dead days, and I don’t remember a lot of props being brought along.
But it coincided with the time I went from sexually active to sexually hyper-active, and started taking LSD. It was a very nice coincidence. If you go stoned on acid, you notice that the film is like a trip condensed to two hours: you build to a huge climax, which lasts through the Time-Warp, Frank’s appearance, Eddie…then start noticing everything is getting very weird (Meat Loaf AGAIN???), then you slowwwwly come down as your make-up (face) melts.
I also remember my (then) girlfriend attending with me wearing short-shorts with seamed stockings and high heels, and our other lady friends in silk wrap skirts and fishnets. Male friends were all flamboyantly feminine. I think I wore a cape along with the requisite eye shadow, liner, and lipstick.
I used to go all the time to the Rialto in Raleigh, NC. Rowdiest version I’ve ever been to, and later when I went to other showings at various places around the country, I got hushed, or told my jokes were in poor taste (which of course they were). The Rialto’s best feature was a guy about 4’ tall with the filthiest sense of wordplay I’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering, always coming up with new, topical, totally obscene lines. It was tremendous fun.
Definitely wave your hand for the virgin bit at the beginning, get your boy to do the same.
Ahhh…lucky you! Enjoy!