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 not 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 independent 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, 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.