My good friend Du and I went to a psychic fair at an American Legion Hall yesterday. We saw a flyer for this a couple of months ago and had been planning on going since. Neither of us are ride or die psychic believers, but we figured it'd be a good time, a ridiculous day if nothing else. So, we show up at this American Legion Hall in the middle of nowhere. It is surprisingly packed, people anxiously sitting around, waiting to hear their futures. There were eight psychics to choose from and as we were about to sign up, a dude came in and canceled back to back appointments for him and his friend with psychic Dawn. Du and I felt this to be a sign that we were meant to take their spots. Well, to be honest, we just didn't want to wait that long. After signing up, we were disappointed to learn that Dawn was the psychic rocking a loose shirt with a giant tarot card on it, as well as a crown. Great....Maybe Dawn is quirky? We asked a fellow waiter why she choose to go with Dawn. "The name," she replied very seriously. Okaaay, so the giant tarot card shirt and crown aren't throwing you off? You like the name?? The lady who chose Dawn based on the name appeared as if she had a heavy burdened heart and need some answers, fast.
Du and I found ourselves getting unexpectedly nervous. What the hell were we nervous for? This isn't even real! It doesn't matter!
I went up first. As soon I sat down, Dawn informed me that she senses a closeness with my grandparents. Ah. Well, I like my grandparents?? Sure, they're cool. I did some shuffling and pulled out some cards and Dawn said some stuff that kind of made sense, but mainly didn't. I looked skeptical. I apologized a lot, maybe I'm hard to read for? Why am I apologizing? I asked if I'm supposed to move back to New York. She mentioned some random names like "Evan" and "Kevin" and I was like, well, no. You are wrong. Dawn asked me if I wanted to pull out different cards. I did so, but was nervous again. These cards are so closely placed together and my fingers are fumbling. I'm pulling out multiple cards at once. She said some more stuff, some of it did make sense, but a lot of it didn't add up. Like, I'm getting a new job in a few months and am moving soon, but then again, not. It's all very in 1-3 months, but then again in twenty years. Fantastic. Anyway, I left her table feeling a bit uneasy. Du went up for a similar experience, except, when she sat down, Dawn said she saw snakes, oh but that's not a bad thing....
I went to order us cheeseburgers. Cheeseburgers at this joint are only $2.50! And they're cooked by a sweet grandmotherly type. I wanted to order fries too but I ran out of money (um, yeah, they were $2). I sat down at a table, watching the football game, because today, at this place, you can get your future, eat a burger, and hang out with old men watching the game. It all makes sense, but then again, not at all. Du finally got done and she bought us the fries and we both sat eating and hating on life a little. We decided the burgers were a good choice, but the fries were unnecessary.
Needing a change of pace, we decided to go out into the dreary weather and find a place to get a coffee. "Heaven on Earth" was playing on the radio and we both felt pretty good about that. I took off in the opposite direction of the nearest Dunkin Donuts because I was out of sorts and turned around ten minutes later.
Dunkin Donuts was pretty good. Du and I were admittedly quite out of sorts by our looming futures, and had trouble ordering. We both wanted munchkins, but could not handle figuring out how many. The lovely man behind the counter sensed our distressed and informed us that he was not going to actually count the amount of munchkins but rather throw them into a bag, if that made us feel better. It did.
Du: Are they even called munchkins any more? Is that acceptable?
Me: Well, I don't like the term doughnut hole. It seems too dirty to me.
Du: But, is munchkins PC now??
Yes, that conversation happened.
We then decided to write down our futures as we want and see them and to not listen to anyone else, basically ever again, only to ourselves. We also decided that the psychic experience was just a reminder not to second guess ourselves and what we already know and want to happen...or something.
Then, "Always Be My Baby" by Mariah Carey came on the radio and we were like, "It's okay! Things are okay!" We also decided that we need to eat way better for the rest of the week or else we will suffer a premature death thus all futures being nonexistent to us. Oh, and while the pumpkin munchkins are good, nothing really beats the classic-ness of the chocolate doughnut hole.
My Great Aunt Evelyn passed away last week. Death is obvs sad but in her case, there is not a doubt in my mind that she is in a fantastic place. She definitely deserves it. Even in her last days, eighty-eight years-old and sick, she never complained. She always found the positive, was incredibly sharp, and insanely spunky. Her memorial service proved to be more joyful than sad too. The priest joked that he wouldn't be surprised if she was telling God how to run heaven. It was nice to see family too, always pretty comedic. For instance, when my sister told my Uncle Tweege (he used to wear a lot of tweed, hence the name) that she has laryngitis, he asked, "can you give it to her?" in reference to his wife. Good stuff. Outside the church was an amazing orange cat who took a major liking to me. Maybe this is some sort of holy sign or something. Maybe he is like Baby Jesus in cat form. Just jokes...But anyway, I'm going to check on this little guy in a couple of weeks and quite possibly adopt him. 
I received two awesome texts in the last two days.
3. I went to see Beirut (band,not capital of Lebanon) the other night, lovely. A fellow patron of the arts was trying to take a picture of the band but ended up accidentally taking this pic of me, with a star on my ass. I feel a light forming a star on one's ass must be a wonderful sign of sorts.
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