It’s probably too late to even be reporting on the happenings of 10 days ago, but here I go anyway. Last Thursday, June 2, was the evening of the epic boat party hosted by me, celebrating me, etc. That night also coincided, or so we thought, with the end of a truly heinous retrograde. Now, let me make this clear. I know nothing about astrology nor do I care. But I lost my apartment, fucked any chance of normalcy with my ex and it rained on my birthday, so I can only blame the moon…obviously. Anyway, as it turns out, retrograde gave me a little treat and kept the festivities going. The boat party was but a glimmer in the retrograde run off that followed. Like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun and drank too many spicy pineapple margs.
Retrograde runoff
Retrograde runoff
Retrograde runoff
It’s probably too late to even be reporting on the happenings of 10 days ago, but here I go anyway. Last Thursday, June 2, was the evening of the epic boat party hosted by me, celebrating me, etc. That night also coincided, or so we thought, with the end of a truly heinous retrograde. Now, let me make this clear. I know nothing about astrology nor do I care. But I lost my apartment, fucked any chance of normalcy with my ex and it rained on my birthday, so I can only blame the moon…obviously. Anyway, as it turns out, retrograde gave me a little treat and kept the festivities going. The boat party was but a glimmer in the retrograde run off that followed. Like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun and drank too many spicy pineapple margs.