Once upon a time...

I used to hear about Rocky Horror Picture groupies who watched a movie hundreds of times... and I thought it impossible. I would love to know just how many times I've seen this lovely thing.... and why does it always cheer me, inspire me, and make me hope for the best? I once thought it was a chocolate thing... and I even to this day think of the movie when I brew a cup of hot cocoa from scratch, stir a pot of chocolate for candy or fudge... even when I sack up some bulk candies for my friends... I thought perchance it was Johnny Depp, and though he's fine, naw... it isn't Johnny... I then decided, and rightly so, that Juliette had to be the most amazing, interesting, and downright authentic goddess in movies... so I set out to watch all her movies, even the French ones... and she is beautiful and talented... but no, that's not it..

I think it is the combination of characters, the upbeat way she nods and administers her own special medicine without judgment to her friends. And the shop... As I ready my shop for any holiday or event, I wish to become Vianne.... So tonight I again go to sleep with that soundtrack playing, the images onscreen writing their way into my dreams. My sleeping soul sees a young minister dance to Hounddog... and I smile to see Pontoof hop hop hopping down the stone stairs.... If I hadn't brushed my teeth, I'd trot upstairs for some Cocoa Nibs or Cocoa with Chili peppers... Night... It's my favorite...