Memorial day holiday
There’s this one Virgo, she’s moved back to Shady Acres after a tour of the Northwest, and about 6, maybe 8 years ago, we sort of had a “thing.” Call it what you want.
I met with clients and friends all afternoon, almost like I was camped out at this one coffee shop, and when I ambled home, I ran into that Virgo girl, “Hey, how long does it take to walk to Guero’s?” Instead of making an ill-informed guess, I just invited myself along for the ride. Or walk. We met up with her friends, and then had us a fine evening, sitting in the bar. Her friend, a Pisces, brought along another buddy, an Aries guy. The waitress serving us? Aries. The other waitress? Aries. My afternoon? Aries. So there was a definite Aries flavor to everything.
The Virgo, the Pisces, and that Aries guy, all proceeded to get absolutely hammered on Guero’s tequila-based libations. After a “queso flameado,” I warmed up to the conversation.
Two interesting points emerged as the night wore on. One, was that Virgo and her comment about me, “Kramer, you’re like a first car, you know, that convertible VW bug everyone has, right? You never forget it, but you’re just too much work, you don’t run very often, but when you do work, you’re a lot of fun. And no one every forgets their first VW convertible, right?”
The other point? My experience, my string of luck, my concern about Virgo judgment and tequila at Guero’s? My string is unbroken.
I had a good time. In fact, that Aries lad, a mere pup, was just the cutest thing. Them girls had their eyes on him. He’s doll. “Kramer, take him out some time, show him how to work that magic you’ve got.” Sure, no problem, just like trolling, always have to use good bait.
