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.
Venus and Mars Call a Truce
spot next to Mars, beneath a tiny table in the front of the Café, I
pondered my situation, taking advantage of the fact that Venus had temporarily
stopped firing glassware in our direction. An argument between Venus
and Mars was one situation I really, really didn't want to get involved
in. I was quite familiar with Aries energy, and the fact that any planet
wearing it was what you might call a specialist in anger management,
courtesy of the fact that they didn't know how to hold it back. If Venus
thought I was after her man…well, talk about being in the line of fire.
Sagittarius, however, I tend to have a bit of last-minute luck on my
side when I need it most. In this case, it was Mars, wearing my sign,
of course, who saved me. He'd stopped laughing long enough to see that
I was in a bad spot, and pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket,
waving it in front of us. "Babe! Babe! Enough! It's your girlfriend!
Kim! Your tequila buddy! Don't shoot! She's unarmed!"
was silent. Feeling brave, I ventured another peek, and saw Venus leaning
over, yet another glass in hand, peering under the table. When she saw
me, she smiled. And waved, believe it or not. I waved back, smiling
hi, hon. Sorry 'bout that. I thought you were somebody else." She
placed the glass almost politely on the bar, straightened her hair and
said, "Okay, truce, fire-man. I'm tired. Let's have a drink."
Her anger was gone. Completely. That, of course, was the good thing
about Aries—one of them, I mean. You never had to wonder if someone
with Aries in his or her chart was mad at you. You'd have to be dead
not to know. Aries planets don't play games—they're not patient enough
for them. They direct their energy in a straight line, from point A
to point B—and obstacles don't exist. Once the explosion is over, however—or,
as Venus had said, once the Aries planet was "tired" from
putting out so much adrenaline—it's over. I've often thought that the
rest of us could take a valuable lesson in expressing anger from Aries,
in fact—as long as it didn't involve being a target, that is.
tentatively out from beneath the table and stood up, wiping glass from
the sleeve of my blouse. Venus grabbed a damp bar towel and came over
to me, helping to brush the last few tiny pieces gently from my arm.
Then she hugged me, the battle all but forgotten in her excitement to
see a friend. "Hey, it's been a while, hasn't it? You ready for
certainly was. I nodded, smiling, and said, "Absolutely. At least
hugged me again and said, "Oh, now, calm down. You know how me
and the old man get—this is just how we talk, girlfriend."
Well, in fire signs, that was quite true, apparently. Mars had also
stood, and had his arm wrapped around Venus' tiny waist, smiling. She
gave him a quick peck on the cheek, shook her finger in his face and
said, "You I'll deal with later, Mister Man. Geek!"
and released her, smiling as she climbed over the bar. She grabbed two
shot glasses and a bottle of Cuervo Gold, and set them down. Seeing
Mars standing gave me a chance to notice that in addition to his humor,
he was also showing off another distinctly Sag trait—a bit of a bulge
around the mid-section. Expansion, after all, is Jupiter's business,
Jupiter owns Sag, and expansion can happen in many ways—including the
acquisition of a beer gut, which Mars certainly had. As he walked over
to the bar, I noticed that there was, indeed, a huge-half-filled beer
mug on the bar where he'd been sitting.
You arrived just in the nick of time, my dear," Mars said. "I
think I was about to get in trouble."
I saw that Venus had also laughed—and said, "If that's what happens
when you're about to get in trouble, I don't want to be around
when it really happens, okay?" I took the shot Venus poured, and
we raised our glasses, clinking them together. We downed the tequila
and made faces at each other. Just like last year, when we'd last had
shots together, she stuck out her pinky and we "shook."
back, girlfriend. Hey, I'm here for four months this time, you know,
so we can really get into some trouble! " She poured us two more,
and I realized that she was, indeed, going to be in Aries for an especially
long spell this time out. Mars was also going to be in Sag for an extended
period this year—from Valentine's Day through early September. With
the two planets in charge of relationships in this type of fiery mood
for most of the year, it certainly wasn't going to be a boring one—not
for any of us.
wound our pinkies together again, and I asked for a chaser. Instead
of pouring me a beer, however, Venus grabbed Mars' beer mug right out
of his hand, took a gulp and handed it to me, winking. I sipped a little
and handed it back, in time to hear her say, "You don't mind, do
you, babe? You'd do anything for me, right, honey?"
got that right, babe," he answered. "Anything. Anything at
all. As long as you don't hurt me."
touched. She hopped across the bar and wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh, baby, you know I'd never really hurt you, don't you?"
we go, I thought to myself. Now that the fireworks were over, it was
back to love—passionate love.
Week: Venus and Mars Decide to Take a Trip and Saturn Calls a Meeting