El Paso is even more different.
Sunday afternoon, there was a change in the clientele, the numbers skewered in a new direction as I found myself working with a younger and younger grouping. Since I was clad in all black, I tried to pass myself off as a Goth, too. Didn’t work. But I did find myself with several rather animated readings, and since the crowd was younger, I could cuss, rant, rave, and bitch about parents. Punk Astrology. It was rather invigorating, although, I’ve gotten limited feedback thus far.
Monday morning, I started the day with a Gemini, ended the day with a Gemini, and plenty of signs in between, too. I was doing 45-minute readings, more leisurely, more in-depth, and lot different from punk astrology. “Changed my pitch up.”
After working for, like, 8 hours straight through, we headed over to Mesilla for some dinner. After cruising up and down Main once (took three minutes), I spied a little place in a local version of a strip mall, “Dick’s Café, Mesilla, NM.”
Looked like the spot.
We wandered in, looked like locals, and a waitress stepped up. Long, lanky, dishwater blond with a sleepy look to her blue eyes wandered over. I looked at my Aries, “Go ahead and ask her,” I said. So it turns out, the waitress was a Gemini.
I asked for a number two dinner, and they really didn’t have one, but she made adequate recommendations until the Aries suggested a certain item on the menu.
“El Chingon.”
“Do you know what that name means?”
Snicker.
It was a steak covered in queso, with rice and beans on the side. Very worthwhile. Odd name.
I tried to get a colorful shot of the sign for Dick’s Café in Mesilla, NM, but the phone’s camera wasn’t up to the night time exposure with Saturn, the Moon, and Jupiter as backlights.
On the ride back to El Paso, one last client call to return. Gemini.
