Hey baby what’s your SIGN?
Cheesy pick up line from the 70s. I had an immediate image of Tony polyester suit in the disco trying to pick up some babe-a-licious. Then I thought about little J-Dub walking to Handy Andy (local now closed grocery chain) to buy my horoscope. At the checkout, right next to the candy and gum, they had miscellaneous items which included all the astrological SIGNS on little scrolls. I vividly remember collecting soda bottles to get enough dimes to be able to purchase MY Sagittarius scroll. To this day, I feel the excitement and anticipation.
- Was I going to be lucky in love?
- Would the stars align?
- What career was best suited for me?
Hey, I just a kid … and an indecisive one at that. The stars were going to chart my course or so I BELIEVED. Ever the depressed optimist (how is that for an oxymoron?), I never had a ‘bad’ horoscope. Personally, I thought Sagittarius is the best SIGN. The archer. A centaur. I mean c’mon, how cool is that?!?!?
Any who part one, my stream of consciousness flow is slowing down. Random thought, it’s five o-clock somewhere. They make SIGNs with that saying on it. People pay good money for those SIGNs and hang them over their bars. Then I think, about Semisonic’s song Closing Time – one last call for alcohol …You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here. The actual lyrics? Quite possibly. However, stream of consciousness means minimal planning, roll with the flow and do NOT Google Semisonic until you post this post because not knowing the actual lyrics is driving you bananas.
Any who part two, this bar is about to close … before it does, comment to let me know your SIGN. Or just comment about any ole thing. Really! purty puhleese with sugar on top :).
As always, more to come.