Star Struck Style

My Pisces friend texted me the other day to let me know that she booked her flight to meet me in Las Vegas in October. I booked mine a couple of months ago, feeling hopeful that I would be able to go because COVID-19 numbers were dropping rapidly.

Now I’m not so certain that I’ll be able to go. The fourth wave is here, and unvaccinated morons are making life miserable for the rest of us. I’m not kidding when I declare that I don’t care if they live or die. How fucking stupid do you have to be to look at the statistics and then decide not to get the shot?

Anyway, I’ve saved up a bunch of money already. If I don’t get to go, I might buy myself this beautiful backpack from the brand new collaboration between Tumi and Missoni that launched yesterday. I was already a huge fan of both brands, and I’ve been looking for the perfect backpack for a couple of years now.

But I digress! It’s funny to me that I have started to feel so uncertain about our trip, while my Pisces friend has suddenly decided to go ahead and book. I bought my plane ticket back in June when the sun, the moon, Mercury and Venus were all in my optimistic ninth house. She bought hers two days ago just as the sun joined Mercury and Mars in her pleasure-loving seventh house.

Both of us felt as if we were doing the right thing at the right time. I suppose that gives me a little comfort. Nevertheless, this feeling of uncertainty about my future plans is getting me down because I really, really, really want to get away. I’m sure that I would be thrilled to buy the backpack in the photo in the event that I don’t get to go on my trip, but it would be a small consolation for a big disappointment. I already cancelled one trip when the pandemic was declared on the exact same weekend that I was booked to fly to Vegas in March of 2020.

Oh well! If I don’t to get to go in October, I don’t get to go in October. I can always book another trip. I might not be going anywhere, but neither is Las Vegas.