The Lovers ASTROLOGICAL CORRESPONDENCE: Gemini A honeymoon in Transylvania with her vampire husband. I ask you: What more could a witch ask for? Well, for starters: How about everything going smoothly for a change and this plane leaving the tarmac sometime this year? Minnesotans like to say “could be worse” or “can’t complain” at times like this, but I’ve been living in Madison, Wisconsin, for several years now, so forget that. Besides, my wedding was nearly a nonstarter, what with the ex-wife zombie and all, so was it too much to ask that my honeymoon be just a touch better? I could probably deal if the airline hadn’t screwed up so that Sebastian and I not only didn’t get first-class seats but also now sat two rows apart with me wedged between a sumo wrestler and a stringy-haired teen with his MP3 player so loud I could hear every word Slip Knot belted out. And then there was the dinner with my Minneapolis cousins who couldn’t make my wedding. My mother had insisted we see them before we left for our honeymoon, despite the fact that Sebastian and I had nothing in common with the ultraconservative, fundamentalist Christian, meat-loving side of my family.
