A Story About a Psychic and David Beckham

Okay. Actually two totally separate stories - one completely unrelated to the other except that I was an avid listener.

Psychic Story - Now, like any good God-fearing Catholic, I was taught to say the rosary and run in the opposite direction of an Oueja (pr "wee-jee") Board. But I love me a good tarot card reading every now and then.

So. Non-cube friend, Sheera, has been coming to a lil twenty-something crossroads. Solid job, solid fam, solid friends (ahem, like moi), solid awesome gal, but whereas my crossroads is deciding on which half-price martini I want at Happy Hour (which should never be a problem...if they're half-price just get both), Sheera's actually a real person and is dealing with matters of the heart.

Looking for a little perspective on the many unknowns of twenty-something life, maybe hoping gain some direction regarding the relationship issues at hand, Sheera consulted Norm the tele-psychic. Now. Normally if it's anything beyond a single serving co-ed encounter, this twenty-something blogger is not at liberty to comment. Period.

Because it's easy to joke about that Sunday Funday 'one night stand' who sleep walks and scares your roommates because they found 'one night stand' passed out on kitchen floor (hypothetical). Not so easy to joke about your boyfriend forgetting the anniversary of the second picnic you went on when you first started seeing each other but weren't yet officially dating (also hypothetical).

I digress.

Out to dinner last night, she relayed the story and it took us all 3 hours to pick our jaws up from the floor. She got the freakiest, most point on, 'OMFreakinG write this down' reading. Over. The. Phone. Dude is legit. Like dead on. [see? there's a whole world of being tethered to a phone that we don't even know about. the paranormal world. cue Twilight Zone music].

Example...Norm tells Sheera she'll have twins by 31. Okay. Cool. Norm tells Sheera to get out the generators. Huh? Yeah funny thing about later that night, their house lost power for two hours. Regular non-storming Sunday night. WTF. Anyways. Then he told her not to get the surgery she was considering...considering. As in had not consulted a physician yet. I'm sold. Norm can expect my call.

David Beckham - By six degrees of separation, I have had contact with David Beckham. I'll post that later. There was just an earthquake. And Corkey wants us all to hear AC/DC before we go...