The Big Gig

The invitations are out, the posters are printed, the flyers are flung. The marquee is up, the caterer catering and the decorators decorating . . . The Band is ready, the Rapper's been practicing and the DJ's been scratching . . . My living room is full of microphones and stands, foldbacks, carpet squares and huge amplifiers. The police have been warned, the neighbours told . . . The big gig is tomorrow, thank you to those who think I'm either cool or crazy but have wished me luck. Having a live band at home with over a hundred twenty-somethings moshing in my gardenias . . . . I wonder sometimes about my sanity . . . my stars for tomorrow (Saturday) . .

You need to stay aware of your actions today, for your tendency might be to bite off more than you can chew and then get angry later because you have too much to do. Be careful; since you frequently make your needs secondary to someone else's, your desire to take care of yourself first now may surprise others. Ask nicely and you just may get what you want without much fuss at all.
Oh boy . . . party on dudes!

This is the next gig . . . not in my garden . . . you're all welcome: