There are a lot of whores who work the truck stops around the country. Some truck stops run the whores off, others accommodate so if you drive a truck after awhile you get to know who is who and you can pick a whore truck stop or a non-whore truck stop in most cases.

The soldier avoids the whore truck stops because the girls walk around the parking lot at night banging on the trucks to drum up business. This is wholly annoying if you are not interested in a whore because you can be woken up 2 or 3 times in a night by different women and you have to remember to be nice to the whores unless you want your tire flattened or something.

Continue reading Truck Stop Whores In Denver: One For The Current Venus Square Pluto

Did you notice the new search? That’s courtesy HQ’s brother, the wrench around here. Check it out… I think it is far superior to what we had. Thank you Mr. Wrench!

He is also is building you guys a message board. It’s going to be yours, too.

With Saturn in Virgo, I feel very guided around what I am doing so I am going to stay focused on creating content for the front of the blog. I am hoping the message board has an energy of its own that is distinct from my own. I want a “card game in the back room” sort of feel. A place where cowboys can go be cowboys (or girls) while I look the other way. And I have an analogy for this… sexual of course, so please don’t click unless you want to… Continue reading Behind The Scenes @ ElsaElsa: More News

So after coping with the Saturn Neptune opposition for all these months it seems to me we are now going to have to cope with reality as it is revealed. And judging from my personal experience reality is going to be stark. And this is a new and unusual experience for me.

I have enough Capricorn I am completely capable of feeling dread and expecting doom around every corner even though what I fear almost never manifests. But now I am having the opposite experience. I am finding out all kinds of things much worse that I could have ever imagined and I am pretty sure the collective is have a similar experience here pretty quick.

It’s sort of like those Beanie Babies that were so popular when all the planets lined up in Taurus and everyone and their brother became a “collector”. At the height of this, they handed out these bears at a Denver Bronco game, one per customer and people were able to scalp them in the parking lot of $1000. But not everybody did. Holding out for more bucks, right? Taurus greed! Continue reading Coping With The Current Saturn Neptune Opposition: What About the Aftermath?

I’m back from getting my scooter serviced, I bought it the premier scooter shop here, Sportique, where everyone working there is steeped in this culture. Hipsters, I guess they’re called but whatever they are, I like them. I like their sideburns and their self esteem. They remind me of the hippies of the 60’s who also had costumes and a preferred mode of transport, the VW van.

The first is the Pluto in Libra generation, the hippies had Pluto in Leo but what about my generation with Pluto in Virgo? We don’t seem to have distinguished ourselves in this way. Perhaps we have and I am too immersed to see it but when I think of Pluto in Virgo, we seem to be the ones who are messing with genetics. You know. We’re trying to perfect the human race and cure all these ills. We’re sort of these scary do-gooders or something and I don’t know what to say except I’m one of them.

To what generation to you belong and do you feel you relate?

Regarding home food, I virtually never serve it. If I am cooking it is invariably for a man and since I am a man’s woman I cook whatever they want to eat. I cook their home food. And if I am eating with a woman, we go out! But my home food is pasta, which was odd because I grew up in the desert and there were no other Italians, anywhere. And I mean, not even one so where I grew up… and when I grew up, no one knew what pasta was.

So when we were kids we learned to say “spaghetti” when we went to school, or better yet, not to bring it up. But then in the early 90’s everything changed. I wrote this blog about it in 2001: Continue reading Jupiter In Sagittarius - Let’s Eat, Redux: Various Cultures and Trendy Food

I was talking to pal and astrologer, cf perez today about feeling lousy for no reason. This is how it is for Saturn Neptune. Your depression has no basis in reality and either does your bliss! Get it? I can feel bereft for no reason at all. I can also feel like I am walking around with God on steroids, totally taking care of me and I have no reason for that either/

Lucky for me I run about 90/10 away from depression, but anyway we were discussing this. And cf was reminding me how we are part of the collective and we take on and take in whatever is going on. And there is so much going on. And it’s especially gloomy in Denver right now. It’s cold! Continue reading United Astrology Conference - UAC 2008 In Denver: God Help Me… Or Jupiter, Apollo, Whoever You’ve Got!

I heard about this in the gym this morning: Tim Marquez and his wife Benadette are offering to pay for a college education for any child who graduates from three Denver high schools this year. 50 million dollars, people. They are giving 50 MILLION dollars to give these kids a chance. I came home and read about this and it made me cry like hell.

These are some highlights from articles in The Rocky Mountain News and the The Denver Post:

“Students graduating this spring from three Denver high schools will have their college costs covered under a new scholarship program that officials say will soon expand to all city high schools.”

“Students from South, Lincoln and Montbello high schools - who will pilot the program - jumped to their feet in a standing ovation for oilman Tim Marquez and his wife, Bernadette, whose $50 million donation is launching the private Denver Scholarship Foundation.”

“In Denver, 63 percent of students qualify for free or reduced-price lunch - a federal benchmark of poverty.”

And look at this. All students:

“Asked whether students in the country illegally would be eligible, Tim Marquez said he wants to help all students, whatever their immigration status. State law requires proof of residency to get in-state tuition at public schools. “We want to help everybody we can and follow the law,” Marquez said.”

“I started crying because this means so much,” said Dominic McGee, 17, a Montbello High School senior. “This gives everyone an opportunity.”

Pluto (energy that empowers) in Sagittarius (education, generosity).

Why can’t everyone sitting on 50 million dollars do something like this? I will never understand. And giving begets giving, I think. Will these lucky souls, these students give to others in the future? I think so.

Do you know what it feels like to stand next to someone (poor) who just found out their kid will be going to college in six months? I do. Because this is what happened to me, today in the gym. I am moved to my core by this couple’s gift and send them a million thank yous on the wind.

Kathy and I both have Mars conjunct Mercury. Abrasive, aggressive, sexual (Mars) communication (Mercury).

And she’s got all that Sagittarius, hence the “church”. We’re making dinner plans on the phone:

“Have you ever heard of the stone church? The old stone church or something?” she asked.

“Um…I think so. Is that a restaurant or something?”

“Yeah. It’s a church that’s been converted into a restaurant.”

“That sounds familiar. But no. I’ve never been there. You want to try that?”

“Yeah, some day. But it’s a little fancy for us tonight.”

“Eating in a church? Yeah. We need to be able to be loud…to laugh out loud,” I said. “We need somewhere we can…talk filthy.”

“That’s right, Elsie! We need to be able to say dick, don’t we?” She roared laughing and I joined in. “Dick!” she said brightly, for emphasis. “Dick!” she said it again, laughing loudly.

“Yeah, dick. Dick is good!” I said. “There’s nothing better than having dick for dinner, Kathy!” I roared.

We stopped to snort and chortle and snort and laugh ourselves stupid, before continuing to explore our dining options…

Here’s another story about Kay (a real person with a fake name) - a double Aquarius gal I used to run with.

We were out for the evening downtown, which is a walking around situation. You park the car and walk from here to there and everywhere. Kay had to pee so we stopped into a little bar we’d never been in before, and made our way through it to the restrooms in the back.

It was a small place, both the bar and the restroom. In fact, it was a one-seater in there, so she went in, while I waited outside restroom door… and got talking to a man standing nearby who was great distress.

Now I’m not kidding. His sky was really falling and it was comical to me because he was very theatrical. He was so theatrical it occurred to me he may be doing some kind of drama class assignment. You know. He was telling me he was in big, big trouble because of this one event. He was frightened that because of this one thing had happened; many other horrible things were going to occur, sort of like dominos falling.

Wanna know his problem? His car wouldn’t start.

Yeah, that was it. That was his problem. Or maybe it was his friend’s car, but whatever the details, he was in high distress. And he had to be about 27-28 years old so this was especially humorous to me.

“Do you need a jump?” I asked. “I have cables.”

“Cables?”

“Yeah.”

“You know how to do that?” he asked. “You know how to start a car with those? Where to put them and stuff?”

I laughed. “Yeah. Are you kidding? Where’s your car?”

“You’re gonna help me?” he asked. He was flabbergasted.

“Of course! My friend has to pee and then we’ll give you a jump. Where’s your car?”

He said it was right outside in the parking lot. He reminded me it wouldn’t start. You know. This was his problem. He thought I might have misunderstood.

I laughed. “I know. That’s okay. We can get it started.” I told him my car was parked a few blocks away. “I’ll have to go get it,” I said. ‘When my friend gets out of there,” I added, pointing at the restroom door.

“You’ll do that? You’ll go get your car?”

“Of course. I’m not going to leave you here needing a jump, for chrissakes.”

He shook his head. Actually his head quivered on his neck. He looked like he’d won the lottery or something. He looked as if he’d be willing to kiss my ring if that’s what it would take.

Kay came out of the restroom. “We have to go get the car,” I said. “This guy needs a jump.”

“Great!” she said happily. “We were looking for something to do,” she said with an enormous grin.

The guy stepped back from us. He thought we were weird, but what could he do? He was desperate.

I told him to go to his car and wait. He reminded me where he was parked.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t worry. Just wait for us. I’ll you tell what. We’ll run. How about that? We’ll run and get the car. What’d you think, Kay? Do you mind running to the car, so this guy doesn’t have to worry?”

“Well usually I would mind that,” she said. “But for him? He’s pretty cute. I’ll do it.”

I roared. “Okay then. We’ll be there and we’ll be there fast. Go wait. And don’t worry, okay?”

We got the car, pulled around and into the parking lot. We got there fast, but he was standing next to another man and they are both fretting anyway. I thought they were kind of precious. I was driving. Kay popped out of the car.

“Pop the hood!” She said.

“Uh… do you know how to do that?” one of then asked.

She didn’t miss a beat. “Well yes I do, young man! I used to live on a farm!”

I started to laugh. Kay had not been on a farm since she was five or six years old. She got the hood up and the men were amazed. They were oohing and ahhhing and I was laughing so hard my chest hurt. Kay got busy hooking up the cables.

“What are you boys out doing tonight anyway?” she asked.

They explained they had just seen the new Van Damme movie….and then we got a full critique.

Kay opened her mouth to an O like this: :-0 - I snorted laughing.

“Elsa, I think these boys are gay!” she said with a wink and a big grin.

“Well, we are gay” said boy number two. “How did you know?”

I was laughing way too hard to speak. Kay answered, “No reason. I’m pretty good at guessing things. You can learn all kinds of stuff on a farm. Don’t worry. We like gay men. I guess you can tell that, huh?”

They took a step back in tandem and I almost choked, laughing.

“Have either of you ever been on a farm?” she said?

No response.

With the cables connected, I asked them to turn the key.

“Nothing is going to explode?” the first boy asked.

“No…it’s okay. We know what we’re doing.” I said.

Kay bent her arm to show her muscles. These guys were TOTALLY BUFF where she was not, so it was especially funny. The engine roared to life and the two boys cheered. Kay unhooked the cables, and slammed the hood of the car down firmly.

“Well that’s it! Let’s get these boys on the road!” she said.

On that, I feel out of driver’s side seat, on to the pavement, to sit with my head in my hands laughing. The boys drove off, giving a honk and wave at the edge of the parking lot.

Kay looked over at me. “We ain’t gonna top that tonight, Elsa. Let’s go home.”

It doesn’t work out. She can’t get the address of the SML because there is no SML.

“Well, how do you like that?” she said. “Now what?”

“Kathy, I don’t think it matters what. We can get coffee anywhere. Just drive.”

“Okay, Elsie. I’ll drive,” she said, grinning. “Where do you want to go? We can go…should we go to Broadway?”

“Sure!”

“What’s there?” she asked.

“Freakish people,” I said. “People who wear weird shit because they like to be seen. Er… people your age go there and…”

“Piercings?” she asked.

“Yeah. Whatever they can think of,” I said. “To make people see them. Let’s go. That’ll be fine with me…”

She waves her hand, no. “Or we could go downtown,” she said. “Want to go downtown?”

“Sure,” I said. “Ok, downtown.”

“How about I turn here?” she asked, indicating a side street nowhere. “Want to go down this street?”

“No. Nothing there. Turn if you want, but no coffee…”

“Okay, Elsie.”

We wind up going backwards down 6th. Or whatever it was. She was talking the whole time of course. As we zoom by place after place after place. I keep my mouth shut and next thing you know, we’re back on Speer.

“Boy Elsie,” I don’t know. I really wanted to go the SML…”

On that I lost it. “Of for godsakes, Kathy, what is it with you? Fuck the SML! Listen. If you keep driving this fucking car…if you don’t pull over sometime soon, I am not going to want coffee! What I’m going to want is a drink! Two of them!” I said.

She roared.

“I mean it! What are you? Some sort of Asian over-achiever?”

She roared.

“You are, aren’t you? You’re an Asian over-achiever and you meant to find the coffee shop and damnit, you are not going to fail!”

She roared. “I am!” she said. “I am an Asian over-achiever,” she said, grinning.

“Well, great! Some of us just pull over and eat any burrito we see! Doesn’t have to be the SML burrito for chrissakes! Just a burrito! And I can see this is going to be the end of burrito eating for me, if I’m going to hang with you!”

She laughed. I noticed the sexual innuendo but kept it to myself.

“And you aren’t going to let this go, are you? I bet you go home and look that fucker up on the internet. I bet you research. You’ll make calls.”

“I will do that,” she said.

“I know!” I bellowed.

“I’ll get on the internet,” she said. “I’ll try to find…”

“I know,” I bellowed again. “And you’ll find that fucker and call me up! Okay Elsie! Heeeeey Elsie! Remember that place we were going to try? Well, I found out where it is. So we can go now…”

She roared. “I probably will do that,” she conceded.

“Well, that’s fine. But right now let’s go somewhere else, do you mind?”

“We’ll go downtown.” She announced.

We’d decided to go Maggiano’s because I had some cash left on a gift card.

“I got pissed off at a car dealership,” I said (Mars/pissed, Car/Mercury.) “I called them a bunch of fucking fuckers and they gave me this card.” I explained. “To shut me up,” I added. “So we won’t have to pay! They can pay,” I said.

“Sounds good, Elsie!” she said, beaming. “Great!”

Five minutes later we were stuffing coins in the parking meter, and then we headed towards the pedestrian mall.

“Which way?” she asked, stopped at the curb of the 16th street mall.

“I have no idea. I don’t get out. Let’s try this way,” I said. “If we don’t see it, we’ll turn back.”

We walk three blocks. No Maggiano’s. ‘Think it’s further up?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said.

“I’m going to call,’ she said, pulling out her cell phone.

I just shook my head. Like I said, I’m from another generation.

“That’s it. Get your device out, Kathy…” She smiled and I thought it was more sexual innuendo on my part. I amuse myself like this all the time. Meanwhile, the gal on the phone could not tell her how to get to the restaurant, even though we were a block away.

“Shit!” she said.

“Just get the number,” I said, “Or ask them is it East or West from Welton,” I said, glancing up to check the street sign.

But no. The girl could come up with the info. She gave a cross street though, so I walked over, grabbed a map so we could figure it out the low tech way.

“Er…this way,” we said in unison.

Next thing you know, we’re seated on the patio at Maggiano’s as hoped for.

‘We’re here, Elsie! She said brightly. “It sure is a nice day! Not too hot…not too cold…

I reached for my margarita and sucked half of it down. Damned chick. “I’m going to have the waiter take our picture, okay? “Even though it’s embarrassing since you’re Asian.”

We both snort. A few minutes later, the waiter snaps our pic and there we are. The moment frozen in time.