There never has been and never will be any situation that calls for an astrology chick…

I once went to a hippie festival in Germany (which is older than Woodstock).
But I don’t remember what bands played there.
Spent my entire time there chilling and smoking magic mint in front of a tent that had a sign on it:

emergency astrology and fruit wine  

And that’s exactly what you got. Wine made out of different fruits, and an emergency horoscope, if you needed to know urgently whether that hairy chick with a frog tattoo on her neck was a good match. At some point a shaman cursed the place, but after offering him some weed, he lifted the curse and chilled with us. Pretty nice guy actually, but his spirit animal was annoying.

(By the way, the hairy chick was a good match, she had a beautiful aura)