One of the great things about the dinner is that you can hear all sorts of snippets of conversations. Someone might be talking about their next book or lecture, there's always someone worried about a scary transit and always, always, always, someone who over does the vino and makes a total twat of themselves so the rest of us can feel that--odd long grey pony tail aside--we are a respectable bunch of people. So thank you very much Barry for eliminating any guilt we may have felt!
In honour of Gala dinners and our good sport friend Barry, here's a little Neptune conjunct Jupiter and Chiron in the first (the very triple conjunction in the chart of the start of the AA conference!)--with a quincunx to the ruler of the 6th house, the Moon in the 8th.
A man in a state of excessive inebriation rolled up at a fairground rifle range booth and threw down the necessary money. The booth operator at first refused to let him have a turn, considering that his inebriated state would endanger the public. But the drunk insisted and was given a gun. He aimed unsteadily in the general direction of the target and after tying to focus, pulled the trigger three times. The booth owner, on inspecting the target, was astonished to see that he had scored three bullseyes. The star prize for the evening was a large set of glassware, but the showman was certain that the drunk wasn't aware of what he had done, and gave him instead a consolation prize, a small, live turtle.
The drunk wandered off into the crowd.
An hour or so later he came back, even more drunk than before. Once again the showman tried to put him off, but once again the drunk insisted, and once more scored three bullseyes and was given another turtle.
Eventually the drunk rolled up again and insisted on a third attempt. Once more he picked up the rifle, waved it around in the general direction of the target, and pulled the trigger three times. Once more he had scored three bullseyes. But this time there was an onlooker with good eyesight.
"That's fantastic", the man said. "Hasn't he scored three bulls?"
The showman, cursing his luck, made a show of going over to the target and inspecting it closely. "Yes, sir!", he announced to the crowd. "This is fantastic! Congratulations, sir, you have won the star prize, this magnificent 68-piece set of glassware!"
"I don't want any bloody glasses", the drunk replied. "Give me another one of those little crusty meat pies!"