On this day two years ago, I realized that my trip to Las Vegas was going to be cancelled. Curiously, tomorrow marks the day when the sixth-month countdown to my next trip to Vegas begins.
I’ve been to Las Vegas a few times in the first half of March. What I didn’t realize until now is that I’ve only been there once in September. I met a friend there on the weekend of Mexican Independence Day. I remember it well because almost all the entertainment at the casinos was targeted toward Nevada’s Latino population and tourists from south of the American border. I had some luck on that trip; I remember a couple of big wins! I also remember the September heat and why I typically don’t visit the desert until the weather cools down in late October.
Anyway, I had a look at my chart on the day that I depart to Sin City. While I will be sitting at the airport waiting for my plane to depart, the sun will be conjunct my natal Uranus. The exact opposite aspect has occurred a few times when I’ve traveled to Las Vegas at this time of year. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve never had good luck in Las Vegas in March. So maybe it’s a good idea to travel when the sun is on the opposite side of this Uranus/Pluto/Chiron axis in my horoscope.
I’ve already had a little bit of luck. I booked my place ticket for next to nothing during a surprise seat sale. Then, not long after I requested my vacation at work, my employer included the week I took off in an association-wide blackout period. Too bad for them because my days off were already approved! Hopefully, my lucky streak will continue and I’ll actually get to go. I don’t want to find myself counting down the days until I go away again, only to be screwed over by circumstances beyond my control at the last minute, like another pandemic or World War III.
For now, I’m going to have to trust in the universe that I’ll be able to go. With the sun, Mercury, Jupiter and Neptune all transiting Pisces and my fifth house, I can understand why I feel the need to escape to my place in the sun. I’ll have to figure out something to do in the meantime in order to keep my mind off of just how long six months is going to feel to me. Also, I’ll need to get the horrible song “The Final Countdown” by the band Europe out of my head.
Maybe I should just start drinking now . . .