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StarIQ.com's Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets' secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain, and reports regularly on her findings there.

Cosmic Café 41:
Thanksgiving Dinner at the Café—Part I

I woke up bright and early on Thanksgiving Day, glanced at the clock and realized that Jupiter was due within the hour. I guessed that meant he'd actually be there in 90 minutes. My favorite uncle wasn't famous for punctuality.

As it turned out, I was right. Jupiter knocked at my door right on time—30 minutes late. As I cracked the door, he handed me a corsage, and said, "It's turkey day, hon. Ready?"

"Ready."

Suddenly, despite the fact that he was wearing a perfectly pressed tux, he scooped me up and carried me down the stairs. I grabbed for the railing on our way down, a bit worried that my not-so-graceful escort might drop me, and said, "Hey, Big Guy, my ankle's all better now. I can walk just fine."

"No need to waste your strength, babe," he answered, huffing and puffing a bit. Mercury was waiting there for us, chauffeur-style, standing next to a great big Caddy—the old "boat" style. It just had to be Jupiter's. While he was in the transportation-oriented sign of Gemini, nothing but a huge car would do. Our driver was dressed in black from head to toe—in Scorpio, in other words. He opened the door, Jupiter stuffed me ungracefully in the back, and as I straightened myself up, they climbed into the front seat.

We arrived at the Café in record time—no big surprise when you're riding with the gods of travel. We pulled up in front, the Café door opened and a lovely lady in an evening gown, elbow-length white gloves and a long, long strand of pearls came out. It was Venus in Capricorn, my own Venus-sign—but she looked a lot more elegant than I ever have. Then again, I'm a Sag, so no matter what sign Venus is in, I'm still not exactly what you'd call "elegant." Not even close.

Venus hugged and air-kissed each of us as we went inside. It was immediately obvious that the Moon had outdone herself once again—it smelled absolutely wonderful in there.

Most of the planets were already assembled around the formally set table. The Sun in Sagittarius was seated in his throne at the head of the table, with the Moon's matching throne to his left. He was wearing a dark red suit, and hiking boots. Yep. That would be my sign. Mars, who just had to be in Libra, was, appropriately, at the Sun's right, as any good king's champion would be. The two were fixated on the television set—which, of course, was set to the game. I smiled to myself. Some things never changed. Pluto sat in the corner, looking a lot like Steven Seagal. A gorgeous Asian woman was with him, dressed in a short, tight black leather dress, black leather hip-boots and red lipstick. They were staring into each other's eyes intensely.

As I took my seat between Jupiter and Venus, Mars glanced in my direction. "Hey, I hate to brag," he said—a very Libra way of announcing that he was about to do just that—"but did you see my picture on the cover of Newsweek?"

"I'm sorry?" I was a bit confused. I subscribed to Newsweek, but I couldn't remember Mars being on the cover.

He pulled out a copy from beneath his chair, held it up and smiled proudly. The headline read, "And The Winner Is?" and the illustration was half-Gore and half-Bush. Ah, yes. I got it. With Mars in Libra, the sign of balance, it made sense that the most publicized battle in the world had basically been a draw.

"Hey, that's my cover, too, you know," Mercury said. "I was the one who was stationed, after all."

Mars wasn't in the mood to fight—another Libra symptom. "Yes, you're right, to be fair, you were quite involved. But when a battle ends in a tie, that's my doing."

Mercury laughed. "Whatever. I'm just amazed at what those people have been doing with all this. Talk about black humor…"

Saturn leaned forward, dressed in his full military regalia. He glared at Mercury, and said, "This isn't a bit funny. It's a very serious situation. Do you realize national security is at stake? Do you see what's happening to the markets? Our reputation as a global super-power is a joke!"

Jupiter crossed his hands and scowled at Saturn. "Yeah, well, if your side would just be fair, and let the recount go forward, this wouldn't be happening. We'd have our president." He took a long swig of beer. "And it wouldn't be Junior, either."

"That remains to be seen, Jupiter," Saturn answered, never giving him eye contact. "After your side gets done playing childish games, that is." He cleared his throat.

"Boys! That's enough!" The Moon came through the kitchen door, with Neptune behind her.

"Yes, really, it's time to put our differences aside and enjoy a nice, peaceful family dinner," Venus said, taking a drag on a long cigarette holder.

I sat silently, not knowing what to do next. I had always thought of myself as a very well-informed citizen, and since my own Mars was in the Ninth House of my chart, I wasn't shy about expressing my political opinions—but in this company? I decided to pass on commenting.

The entire table fell silent as the Moon and Neptune began serving up a wonderful feast. The Moon put a huge turkey in the center of the table, and stood back proudly to look at it. She turned to Jupiter, handed him a carving set and said, "Would you, darling?"

Jupiter jumped up. "You betcha, Momma Moon. Anything for you, baby."

I looked around and realized we were missing someone. "Where's Uranus?" I asked.

Mercury spoke up. "Well, he hates to show up anywhere on time—that would be following the rules, see, and we can't have that, can we?"

Suddenly, the wind picked up outside, and began to howl. The glass windows of the Café shook as if a hurricane was en route.

"Ah." Mercury said. That would be him now."

Next Week: Thanksgiving Dinner at the Café—Part II

Read the entire Cosmic Café Saga.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kim Rogers-Gallagher is a well known columnist, lecturer and author of Astrology for the Light Side of the Brain and Astrology for the Light Side of the Future(ACS Publications).

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  • George W. Bush: The Next Four Years   1/20/2001
  • General Colin Powell: An Aries With a Mission   1/17/2001
  • David Letterman Does Have a Heart   3/24/2000
  • Bond. James Bond.   3/15/2000
  • A Match Made in Heaven...or Venus   3/3/2000

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