Hannah S-Q askes regarding the last Kathy blog:

“So I’m curious, is it fairly universal that Sag is “worldly” and this applies to cuisine?”

Hannah, yes. One way or the other, Sagittarius is “international” and having four planets and her north node in the sigh, Kathy is a super specimen. She is also offline with a broken computer so how about we talk about her?

Kathy’s Sadge is in the 3rd house (languages) so this is where her linguistic abilities come in. Because besides the Asian restaurants, I have heard her speak Greek to the Greeks and Spanish to Mexicans…you get the picture. This girl can communicate.

Further, she’s a Virgo rising, so Mercury (communication) rules the chart and her Mercury is in Sagittarius in the 3rd, so you can see how it would be virtually impossible for Kathy to be bumbling on this front. The woman knows a lot, about a lot and that is all there is to it.

Now what kills me is wherever we go and what ever we eat, Kathy invariably claims it’s her “home food”. “This is my home food,” she says about Thai. “This is my home food,” she says about Greek. “This is home food,” she says about soup. Even my beloved carnitas are “home food” to Kathy, even though she is least familiar with Mexican food. And she said this so much I started to tease her.

“This is your home food, that is your home food! Everything we ever eat is your home food! Let’s face it, Kathy. The whole world is your home…”

I dialed her this morning..

Briiiiinnnnnnng! Briiiinnng!

“Kathy, it’s me. Where are we going?”

She’s in her car on her cell phone…where else would she be with a chart like that? “I wanted to try this east African place…”

“Okay, then. Where is it?”

So here’s the thing: Pretty soon, Jupiter will leave Scorpio for Sagittarius and I will be watching Kathy intently. I want to see the expanded, expand, you know? And you guys can track her too, because you know I’m going to be writing…

So what about you? Got any sadge friends? Tell us about them!

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.

So Kathy (the Sadge I’ve been running with) has a pile of Sagittarius in the 3rd house (Gemini / Mercury). So she is very mental…and gadget-y. She also likes to drive around obviously, talk on the phone, and other than that, she’s Asian and a generation younger than me. So she calls me up…

Briiiiiinnng! Briiiiinnnnnng!

“Hello?”

“Elsie! It’s Kathy! It’s meeeeee,” she squeals. “So do you want to do something today? Do you? Do you want to get out? We could go somewhere…”

“Well yeah, Kathy. I always want to go..”

She interrupts, “Well there’s this coffee place I heard of. We can go… sit outside, drink our drinks…you can get some sun.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, Elsie! It’s called SML Coffee House, I think. Anyway, I know where it is. It’s somewhere on Speer. Um… Washington. Yeah! Washington! It’s on Speer and Washington…”

“Where ever.”

An hour later, we’re speeding down Speer, looking for Washington. Or she is. Because she’s driving. And in fact I think she’s super man-ish. And I told her this. How I always run with these women with emphasis on the masculine signs.

“For balance, Elsie!” she said when I explained.

Because I showed up to go for coffee in some man’s woman sundress and she was in her jeans. The gap between us was wide, and I think we both like it this way. In whatever case, I feel a little as if I’m on a date. And it’s always this way for me women friends. Running buddies this is. Phone friends are something else. They are always as Femme as me, and we go on and on about men.

But women I go out with are always like Kathy, or they are lesbians and in some cases they are lesbians who don’t realize they are lesbians because they have 12th house Suns. But anyway I just want you to get the feel of us in the car. She’s super yang. I’m very, very yin. Outside my mouth that is. Outside my Mars Mercury conjunction. Outside my swearing and my writing and my sex drive, I am total girl.

So anyway, we’re driving.

“There it is,” she says. ‘Washington!”

I glanced over. No coffee shop. “There’s nothing there,” I said.

“We must have missed it,” she said.

“No. Nothing there. It’s further up. Just keep going.”

“I don’t know, Elsie. Do you mind if I turn around and check?”

“Well, no,” I said, glancing over at her. “You seem like you want to know this,” I said.

“I do!” She makes a right…another right, another right and pulls back up to Speer on Washington. “That must be it,” she said, pointing at an art gallery.

“Nope. That’s not coffee. That’s a gallery,” I said. “It’s full of pots in there. But no coffee.”

“Oh,” she said, looking past me to confirm. “I thought it was here.”

“Well it’s not. Drive on. Coffee is not hard to find.”

“But I sure thought it was there,” she said.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, Kathy. It’ll be okay. We’ll find you some coffee,” I said reassuringly.

We both cracked up. She kept driving…and obsessing. “I wonder where that place is? I really thought it would be there.”

“Kathy, it’s not there. I think it’s a little further up.” I looked at all her nervous energy and thought she was cute as hell. She thinks she’s cute as hell too, so we agree.

“Where should we go, then?”

“Where ever. Where ever we see, we’ll just stop. Do we care? Why do we care?” I asked.

“We don’t, Elsie! You’re right. But I just want to know where that place is!”

I shook my head, as she reached for her cell phone. “I’m gonna call,” she said.

I just stared in disbelief.

“Yes!,” she said smartly into the phone. “Denver! SML Coffee House! S, M, L. Sam, Mary, Larry!” she said, and I roared laughing.

She had her back all straight, see. She was going to find the fucking coffee house, come hell or high water…

to be continued…