I had a blast in New Orleans! I went there for work, but got plenty of touristy things done as well: I went to Bourbon Street and Jackson Square with colleagues and clients, helped a client gamble and lose exactly $5 at the casinos (yeah, we’re SUCH risk takers), and ate untold amounts of delicious French Quarter fare, including dinner at Emeril Lagasse’s restaurant. How can you NOT love a city where it’s perfectly legal to carry open containers of alcohol anywhere, and where every occasion is reason to celebrate?
Now, I’m a believer in self-fulfilling prophecies. You start to think in an overly negative or positive manner, and you start to project those energies outwards. It’s not hooey! It’s just a matter of cause and effect. If you think you won’t find something (like, oh, love), you retreat into a self-constructed pit of despair—and who’s gonna be attracted to that?
Anyway, that being said, I don’t think I’d ever wanna get a psychic reading. Not sure I believe those forces are real, nor do I want my thoughts to be influenced by others’ supposed prophecies.
Still, I couldn’t resist stopping at Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo on Bourbon Street on my last day to get a palm and card reading. I met with a super nice woman named Irene who was as sweet and feisty as you’d expect from a voodoo practitioner. I know better than to take the readings as gospel, but it was incredibly interesting, so I thought I’d share some of what she told me:
- I stop at nothing to get what I want. (Well, duh.)
- I can make money in many ways. (I had to laugh at that. That just sounds sleazy, but OK!)
- I’ve already met the guy I’m gonna marry (!). Our marriage will be “long and beautiful” with one son and one daughter.
- More about said guy: he’s left another girl for me. Or he will leave another girl for me? Something like that. We’ll get married sooner than I think, (that was an easy one, Ms. Irene, considering my self-imposed “deadline” of sorts is between 35 and 40!) and travel to another country together (yeah, it’s called a honeymoon).
- I’ve broken a heart. Yes, “a” heart. Haha. She was right not to pluralize that!
- A friend of mine will move out of the state soon.
- I will move out of Virginia to somewhere nearby. (What is nearby? She didn’t say.)
Was this reading worth the $20? Well, she didn’t pull out any death cards and scare me silly, so I’d say it was fun enough to just see what she had to say…gotta try everything once, right?
Do you think love is something that’s in the cards? Have you ever done anything similar?