tarot cards & tapas

I unexpectedly ended up going to a press event after work. For reasons I can't really explain, I had my astrological chart done at a function touting nail polish remover. If there's a common thread in there somewhere, I'm just not seeing it. If it was palm reading and Lubriderm, I'd understand but I'm not sure I'm grasping this correlation. To add insult to befuddlement, I totally got weaseled out of my tarot card reading. I do believe one of the organizers was standing behind me giving the "wrap it up" motion about two minutes into my session. I was quickly told to embrace my "odd ways" and to stop being so hard on people. On the upside, I'm going to fall madly in love next year and I was encouraged to either have kids or write a children's book. Apparently, I'm "bursting with content." I personally think the astrologist is bursting with shit.

I then F-trained it downtown to attend a birthday dinner at 1492 where we partook in sangria and yummy tapas. As good as the food was, I'm not sure I fully appreciate the whole sharing of food with complete strangers concept. Half of the table was comprised of people I never met before but that didn't stop them from making short work of my fried calamari. Perhaps it's the PMS but I found myself getting really territorial with my porcini mushroom croquettes. I practically had to throw elbows and slap hands to get one when the waiter brought them to the table. I know the whole tapas thing is supposed to be a communal, shared experience but this was more like a feeding frenzy. Oddly enough, there was a woman sitting next to me named Mako who was super predatory and really efficient whenever a new round of food hit the table. I dared not put my hand in her path for fear it would be mistaken for chum. Personally, if I shared a name with a fierce killing machine, I'd be a bit more mindful of my eating habits.