Man, I so wanted to save this for a scope.
The backdrop of the stage at Steamboat was purple, with white spots overhead and red cans pointing upwards from behind the amps.
I’d gotten an e-mail, a few days ago, altering me to the fact that they were playing at Steamboat, and it being just down the road, I figured it was a good destination. There’s jus something that’s so earthy and real about a guitar player, on stage, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, grinning, bald patch on the back of his head, just having a good time.
I left, right after, I think, their last song, and headed west into the night, homeward bound.
Thursday being the first and all, I put in a few extra hours tallying up rent checks, and even as I was headed to the bus stop, checks were still flying in. I am so [b]not[/b] cut out for a desk job.
I hopped off downtown, planning on hitting the bank and the post office, then maybe going by one of the [i]independent[/i] coffee shops for a pick-me-up, angling towards Sandy’s for a Thursday night special before hitting Steamboat. As I was just aimlessly wandering around downtown, a Virgo appeared out of nowhere, chatting on her phone, smoking a cigarette. She was smoking the cigarette, not the phone. I mean, the Virgo was smoking, not the phone.
“Kramer! Darling! I haven’t seen you since New Years’ Eve!”
Technically, it was already January 1, but who’s counting, [url=http://www.astrofish.net/weblog/comments.php?id=P441_0_1_0_C]right?
“You have to come down and meet the girls!”
Sure. Down some steps into the courtyard bar – that’ll give it away as to where I was – and I had the most engaging proposition, “See, we’ll have a girl’s slumber party, and you can come over and do readings. When you’re done, you’ll be the only guy, after the readings, you know, we oil up and have a pillow fight. Then you’ll have to help us wash all the feathers off….”
Sure thing. I’m not one to generalize about a particular sign, but you know, it was two Virgo girls discussing the idea. I think they were doing for the shock value.
I motored off into the overcast evening, news about tornados buzzing elsewhere. Looked like rain, but didn’t small like rain, so I wasn’t holding out for a good frog-strangler.
The sky never gave it up for a good sunset, so I was longing for one, while my buddies stepped up on stage. I rather enjoy being on the guest list. The full evening’s entertainment cost me less than $2, just a little double espresso.