Commitments?
Sunday morning was entirely too pleasant, meet up with a pair of Pisces, and a Virgo, while a Scorpio lad walked in later, all at El Sol y La Luna. I popped on around to Jo’s for a decent cup of coffee to go, and the merry Cancer greeted me, while the Sagittarius made the coffee.
Still the best damn cup of coffee I’ve ever had. The stuff of legends. Which just makes me miss a few things, now that the heat of the summer is here.
Saturday’s Saint was some guy who was a Cornish dude, something about wells, and the patron protector from nightmares.
Now, nightmares, they didn’t bother me, but apparently, a large number of the readers on Sunday morning were plagued by “visions.” Or an inability to sleep.
Guilty conscience? Not me, slept like a baby.
Sunday afternoon turned into Sunday night, and familiar Gemini [blond hair, blue eyes> rolled in from San Antonio, and she offered me a ride home, or I begged a ride, I don’t recall. She’d been in town a few days earlier and had lost her cell phone – Mercury is still retrograde – and having tried, she was sure she could find it.
See, this one Gemini, she was grousing about this and that, Saturn being in Gemini and all, and she was bemoaning one fate or another.
We settled into the very booth where she’d lost her phone, and she crawled around under the seat for a second, then I tried to lift the cushions, with no luck, and no phone. The waiter came by.
Flat abdomen, chest rippling beneath his taut uniform shirt, a little single strand straying from his tiny-tidy ponytail, framing his chiseled visage, high cheekbones, strong chin. If I weren’t so straight, I’d call the guy a total babe. Couldn’t be much younger than the Gemini.
“Got a flashlight?” I asked.
“Sure, I think we’ve got one in the back,” he replied, “what are you looking for?” Mr. Taurus Waiter asked.
“Lost my cell phone, think I left it here,” the Gemini replied, sounding perky and hopeful.
She described it, make, model, and so forth.
“Yeah, we got that in the back, here, I’ll go and get it, what did you want to drink?”
I had an ice tea, that Gemini ordered tea, and the drop-dead handsome-cute-whatever waiter returned with the phone.
That Gemini flipped the phone open and on, and her face lit up like the phone, she smiled at the waiter, and it was like a connection was made. On a cellular level.
