full-moon fever

Oh yes, the full-moon fever is here, and it's early. This is like the opposite of getting your period early. You see (not to get on a new-age bender here, but I swear it's REAL), I am very "tuned in" (turn on and tune in, brother) to the ebbs and flows of the moon, and when full-moon hits, I feel it in a serious way, in the blood, in the bones, shaking timbrels. Technically, this month's full-moon isn't until September 26, but I'm already getting the jitters. It kind of makes me feel like I'm high on cocaine. It's akin to euphoria, maybe even satori, but with a bit of mania swirling in the alloy. Ultimately, it is pure merriment, and I appreciate this time of the month.

Of course, I could just be high on caffeine right now. I could also be manic depressive, but I don't like broaching that question.

Anyway, I did a bee-line to the Urban Outfitters clearance rack this evening and bought a hot blue, clingy mini-dress, two pairs of stockings (one gold & sparkly, one opaque purple), a billowy Stevie Nicks number, and the BEST winter-time blazer. It's herringbone and looks like something your disheveled high-school art teacher probably wore. Floppy and oversized, with a lot of excess material in the back, enough to make a hood, lady of mystery that I am. I'll just have to post a picture later.

Now we're going to the Low show, and I sure hope it doesn't mess up my moon vibes. What I really need to be doing tonight is bumping and grinding with a bunch of bull-dykes at Holocene, but there's always next time.

~a.