We all got blue-blind paralytic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire...
Virgo:: The Dalai Lama, one of the planet's superheroes, was born during a rare grand trine of Jupiter, Saturn, and sun in the water signs. This week those same planets will conduct an equally extraordinary grand trine in the fire signs. At the very least, I expect the birth of a sublime being whose benevolence will one day match the Dalai Lama's. I also suspect that millions of other wonders will hatch, a disproportionate amount of which will be engendered by you Virgos. Your fertility is at a peak, as is your knack for creating interesting goodness and cathartic beauty.
It's that dang creepy Dalai Lama dude again. :) Also, dear Rob, it rather worries me when you say that my fertility is at a peak, as I tend to take many things literally, and I am not ready to hear the pitter patter of little feet in huge combat boots just yet. I have been pretty creative of late, though-- I got to size a necklace I'm working on for Abby last night-- brown satin bugles, bronze delicas, faceted labradorite and goldstone, bloodstone, and gold-painted green Czech glass. It's two connected strands, the lower strand dangling a 2 1/2" antique brass key. I rather like it, and after I make some changes and re-string it, I predict it will be something of which I will be really proud. I also made something special for Flissy, but as she has not seen it yet, I am not at will to divulge.
Dinner and chanty singing at the Royal Mile was quite fun last night. Colleen, Jim, Abby, James, and I had a lovely time. We took in a stranger who was without a seat, since we had an extra, and he seemed rather disturbed that everyone at the table was flirting shamelessly with everyone else. I had a rather good goat's cheese and fresh berry salad, and I always enjoy the chicken tenders. The "she crab" soup was rather less good and riddled with shell bits, but the orgasmilicious chocolate cake made up for it. The singing was... er, special for most of last night, but both Abby & Colleen got up and sang, so go team them. I learned an alternate version of "Rolling Down to Old Maui" called "Falling Down on New Jersey" wherein an 11 mile asteroid squishes the Garden State. Also, there was an impromptu Pyrates Royale feat. Dinty the Moor rap.
Have checked the weather report for this weekend. Of course the high for the DC area is going to dip to 39. I'm a curse, I swear. Every time I venture to DC it gets unseasonably cold and/or snows. I need to fake the city out and spring a suprise trip on it before it has time to conjure up a cold front.
In other news, with this skull sitting at my desk, it is increasingly difficult to not act out scenes from Hamlet.