It’s late March, and I’m thinking we’ve finally turned the corner on the weather. I’m ready to wear shorts all day, every day, from now until next fall. Just the way it is. To that end, I went to our modern day equivalent of a Tupperware party, a Kramer-ware party.
Barefoot. I mean, I put on one of my nicest Hawaiian shirts, a white one with purple flowers ($1.98, made in Hawaii, purchased 2nd hand in El Paso), then a purple bandana as a “dew – rag” (my hair was damp from stepping out of the shower), some plaid shorts, tossed sandals and tarot cards in the truck, and I was off for the day. My Pisces buddy set this up, and according to the e-mail invite, it’s her 4th annual “Psychic Brunch”. Not that I recall too much, I just think we all pop round to her lovely little house in the ‘hood, they slurp mimosas, I drink too much coffee and stay in the back room all afternoon, reading cards.
It’s kind of a casual thing, no big deal, really. Since I was late getting up, it seemed like I sat down and started doing readings at noon, and the last reading I did, the sun was just setting. We had to turn on the lights in the room, so we could see the cards.
But it was so perfect, one of those days when no refrigerated or heated air is required, the gentle zephyrs stirring the new, sheer curtains in the back bedroom, the sound of laughter, and the noise of champagne bottles opening. I’ve often thought about it, I think I really want to do an angle on this one day, “Barefoot astrology.” You know, take your shoes off, wiggle your toes around in the sand of an astrology chart, get some grit on the soul.
What made this different, and better, this time: my MALE friends showed up: My army buddy, one of his martial arts students, and that Gemini Bubba. A little testosterone to balance all the estrogen. I missed most to the socializing because I was working, but it sounded like fun, as I did notice the party frequently spilled into the back and front yards.
It’s that old time, comfortable feeling. Everyone got along with everyone else. There was exotic beer, fancy soda pop, everyone seemed to know everyone by a degree or two, the party crowd meshed with everyone else.
One of my old astrology teachers always suggested that the best parities usually occur during a Leo Moon. Moon was in Leo on Sunday. Rock on.
What was amusing even more so, my army buddy dropped me an e-mail later:
> Too bad I couldn’t catch you before you did her
> reading..I’d slip you a hundred to tell her (I think
> she was the brunette with the brown
> eyes..) that I was her ideal date!
I chuckled at the e-mail. $100? I’m not that cheap. Wait, maybe I am.
