Speaking of me (earthy) vs the intellectuals (Airy), one year, we had an all-girl Thanksgiving. My double Aquarius friend Kay hosted the event. Her double Gemini friend and my daughter (a baby at the time) attended and we had a blast.
We cooked all day… sort of. The Gemini showed up with freeze-dried potato mix which she prepared with a cigarette hanging from her mouth while telling jokes and talking about men. She looked right out of a movie so you know I loved that.
Late that afternoon we had all this food laid out. The table was beautiful, courtesy Kay’s Libra Moon and guess what? No one ate but me. Okay. My daughter (also a Gemini) ate a cranberry. A cranberry. Air signs don’t care about food, especially airy Moons.
I looked at Kay. I looked at the double Gemini. “Either of you going to eat anything?” I asked.
“Uh, no. Go ahead, Elsa. Is it good?”
Do you have an appetite? Where is your Moon?