I was dining with a Virgo, she owed me a favor, and I saddled up to a personal favorite; chili cheese fries and cerviche (de pulpo).
The conversation was about sex, gossip, sex, work, and capital rumors. As a state employee of the capital, in some capacity that I don’t even understand, this particular client is veritable fount of good, juicy, frequently unverified rumors.
“Look: working in government? It’s a lot like watching sausage being made, you know?”
I nodded in a agreement, shoveling in another mouthful of fries layered with chorizo.
Road trip this weekend. I’m always happy on the road, even if Mr. Mercury is retro grade – doesn’t bother – or worry – me one little bit.
