Pharaohs, living and dead, will have a table reserved at one of the many beach clubs and restaurants overlooking Ibiza's western horizon. From the right vantage, you will witness the moon goddess Tanith pass before Ra, leaving only a luminous ring where the sun once was. Daylight will dim. Shadows will lengthen. Birds will retire in confusion. Cocktails will continue to be served. The ancients would have called it an omen. We call it a Wednesday.

Because it is, after all, a dog-eat-jackal world, Anubis has already escorted eclipse reservations into fruition. Fear not. Miss Charmian has begun a waiting list for those unwilling to surrender to fate. Email her your name, and should the gods prove favorable, she will endeavor to find you a place beneath the darkened sun.