There’s nothing quite as amusing as a desperate Gemini in a desperate situation. And as long as Mercury is Retrograde, I find that I’ve got any number of Gemini’s running around chasing their collective tails. Fortunately, the retrograde is entering into its final phase, and the least of the problems are over. I caught a movie a last night with one Gemini, got home, and talked to another for hours, or so it seemed. I couldn’t pick a single song for this weekend, partially due to the nature of the weird DJ mix done by the Chemical Brothers, and in part, following it with honky tonk material. Pick one song? A theme? Hardly possible. Party time this afternoon — BBQ, food, fun friends….
Finally, after a fun filled afternoon with smoky Fajita meat, I have some good observations — “Two degrees, here in Austin, you are never more than two degrees away from a musician.”
