Gemini 18° (June 8)

Got up around 3AM because I had to actually be up by 5 the latest. Anyway, long story, but we headed into Boston this morning as S. is taking a class at the North Street School. Our room at the hotel wasn’t ready so I’m sitting in the restaurant downstairs next to a mother and daughter who are talking to their husband/father on speaker on their phone. The daughter left in a huff after reading the mother the riot act about what seems to be a sibling rivalry; and the mother is a nightmare, now, telling staff she doesnt want to pay for the potatoes she ordered, that her cappucino isn’t hot enough, and she’s pacing and never using the words please or thank you. This pushes my buttons so hard and the old me would probably aggravate the situation by saying something but I am all too good at taking other’s inventory, even that of strangers; but there is something about this place that attracts total assholes. Probably because it’s expensive and rich people generally suck. There is this one person now talking so loud on her cellphone i want to aim and throw my butter knife right between her eyes. But I have a feeling that would be frowned upon.

Finally got into the room around 1PM and completely unpacked as is my custom. I texted Alice to say I was taking a nap and that she might think about doing likewise. She said either that or espresso martinis? to which I responded ha! or something. Happily we both napped and met up in the lobby, she wearing her famous rainbow-y skirt which was perfect since it’s pride. It’s very easy to talk to A., like really easy, which I find rather unusual as time goes on with people, but this is just another clue that all is meant to be I think. We strolled down Comm Ave and could look off toward the South End and see the parade which I suppose was along Boylston Street. We chose to meet S. on Charles Street because we thought it would be out of people’s way. But no. The parade actually continues along Charles and then up Beacon so it was a bit of an uh-oh. I texted S. who was coming from a jewelry class in the the North End and she was having a bit of trouble crossing the parade route. She had went by Haley.Henry to case the joint and it was empty so after a quick buzz through the jewelry shop Butler or whatever it’s called we headed up Beacon Hill and down again erelong to pop over to Province Street for some nibbles. The H.H. was quiet and we easily snagged a large table which is probably the only one. We had some delicey (delicious and probably too pricey) cold and a bit fizzy natural syrrah and then followed up with something a little bit more earthy paired with olives, potatoes, stuffed calimari, smoked oysters, tuna belly (all in their imported tins, which is the hook of the place) gnocci and some other things that escape me. The air was soo cool and intoxicating as well spilled out onto the street.

We strolled back around and into the Common and through the Garden and talked our way up Newbury Street. A. had had a banner day selling to this woman who has private jewelry clients with a set up on the first block of Newbury right near Cartier and Van Cleef et al. We decided to have a bit more wine so we popped into Eataly and found some good Le Stoppa and a Barolo and went back to the hotel and chatted and laughed past midnight. Tomorrow will be something of a marathon of work so I’m glad we had this more jovial night together. My bed in the hotel is actually broken and I will have to do something about it.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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