A Work in Progress (Part Two)

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We transferred to Decades, which is a low-end dance club located in one of the side streets. There were a lot of people there and although they didn't seem interested in dancing the night away, they looked pretty game about it. We were about to step inside past the queue when my friend Elliot was stopped by the bouncer and was told that slippers weren't allowed. True enough, he was wearing black Havaianas. Oh well, they WERE slippers. When we were outside walking towards the car, he noticed how there had been a tiny bit of wet candy on top of his right foot. Eeeeewwww gross! I found it absolutely hilarious! It truly wasn't his night. :D

We went to Whistestop because he wanted to grab a bite. Me and Juliegorjus ordered what on the menu was described as "extra thick milkshake." We started catching up on each other's lives now that we were working in different companies and all. It's amazing how much we've grown from being those deliquent agents a couple of years back. So much has changed, yet so much remains the same.

My chocolate milkshake arrived. I tried to sip on it through the straw but somewhere it got stuck. I lifted the straw and saw this huge chunk of ice cream blocking the bottom end. The "extra thick milkshake" was nothing but melted ice cream. Ummm ... okay ....

After a few moments, the conversation started to get a little bit more personal, but in a frivolous way. Same old, same old. And then three of them had to go home. It was around 3:30 in the morning. Soon, it was only me and Elliot who were left. We transferred to Baang Coffeeshop since it was the only one open at 4.

It was the first deep conversation I've had with him. We were pretty open about a lot of stuff, very much on the same level in terms of our current situation, yet it was very obvious that there were some things we wanted to keep for ourselves. Normally he's a very talkative and energetic person; he was less of that this morning. Throughout the silences, I felt his pain, in those unguarded moments of honesty. He was trying to be strong perhaps for me or maybe for himself. He wanted to give me advice about life but he said he was a work in progress himself. And although I wanted to ask a lot of questions, I felt he didn't want to fumble on his own tightrope. That's the thing with Geminis. Not that I'm generalizing or anything, it's just an observation. They can be very loquacious and seemingly open about stuff but a truly discerning person can tell they're keeping much more underneath the surface. They are very strong individuals but intensely emotional and only show weakness when they're by themselves. They know lots of people but only a handful (or less) truly know who they are.

In some ways I feel the same.
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