Summer Solstice
It’s the summer solstice!
(technically tomorrow the Sun is in Tropic of Cancer at 8am, thanks SMART ASS MATTHEW! there, you got your shout out in this blog, now keep reading!)
Anyway, I had weird incidences occur today. I got a ride home from a coworker who normally goes to other places and not directly home from work. I caught her on the way out to work and she gave me a ride. This time, she stopped by a drug store, which was great for me because I needed to get some things. I meandered passed the hair color and got a box, thinking of my old friend David, aka Peepers. Peepers cuts and color hair and is a stylist–a VERY GOOD one. Recall my short hair of Summer 2005–it was all the rage on 17Th and R (of course I’m kidding) I got the hair dye even though David is in Delaware and I haven’t spoken with him in AGES.
Well, a group of us go out to dinner and walking to the restaurant we see the longest shooting star in history. Green, long, bright and very close to the horizon. It went about half the way, clear across the sky and ducked behind a house out of our vision. Everyone in the street saw it and I gasped so loudly that people probably thought I had seen a ghost! Domingo thought it was a terrorist attack, Paul thought it was Aliens, and I knew it was a simple shooting star or meteor. Man, that was a sign that the solstice was going to be magical… but what would happen at 10pm on a random Tuesday night?
We were at Cafe Luna and the server was this guy who used to have the hots for me–seriously! I thought he was gay the first time I met him because he was very HOT so I didn’t pay him any mind. Anyway, because of our server, we start talking about what makes a good waiter, and I mention how David/Peepers use to wait tables @ various places and how Old Ebbitt Grill made him memorize the very origin of nuts being served in the Nicoise salads.
Then out of the blue I get a call. It’s the front door! I had a period of about a year of having no security cards (they just disappeared out of the blue) so I had the front door rigged to call my cell phone. So sitting there at the meal, the phone rings and I say aloud, it must be one of the front desk receptionists buzzing to be let in. Instead of instantly pressing 9 to let them in, I start to talk and it is DAVID! Back in DC from Delaware!!!
You might be rolling your eyes, but David and I have a very spiritual connection. We used to do EVERYTHING together and would dabble in spiritual matters ALL the time. Our paths would cross in the most bizarre ways–I ran into him partying in Baltimore (which both of us NEVER do and it was a rare occasion that we didn’t discuss this trip but ran into each other at a bar!) I believe the shooting start was a sign that David was back in DC.
I was only able to spend but a very short amount of time with him because I have yet to pack and it’s 11:22pm and my flight is early in the morning, but seeing him was very spiritual and intense. We’re like, soul mates, I swear!
