This last week, I was in New Orleans for the day job. The bad news: I had to work nearly every waking hour I was there. The good news: I still found a little time to enjoy the city with The Scientist.
|The haunted walking tours in the French |
Quarter at night are sooo much fun!
I love pralines.
I love beignets.
I love gumbo.
Truly, if I stayed too long, they’d have to roll me out of the city. I’m not kidding. I think I gained 5 pounds, just breathing in the air.
|Maybe we shouldn't discuss this|
picture. Just forget you saw it.
Then there was the liquid lunch in some To-Go cups...
The one thing I have always done, each and every time I’ve been in New Orleans is get my Tarot cards read in Jackson Square. It’s become a sort of tradition, and I never have them read anywhere else. I mean, there’s something mystical about New Orleans, so what better place to have your Tarot cards read, right?
I know, you hear Tarot cards and think I’m crazy. BUT… the first time I ever had my cards read, the reader told me that getting married to my now ex-husband was a mistake. I should have listened. Seriously. I’ve been a believer ever since. Or, you know, kind of. It feels funny to say that. I’ve never made any life decisions from a reading but when things happen, after I’ve been told they will, I always get a little chill.
Last year, when I was in New Orleans, the reader I met in Jackson Square told me that very soon I would meet the perfect man for me. Two weeks later, I met The Scientist. Although he’s always telling me he’s not perfect (and how many men say that?!?) I’m always telling him he’s perfect for me. And truly he is. In so many ways, I’ve never been happier than I am now.
|The Scientist and me beside the Mississippi. |
If the picture was just a little further to the
right, you'd see Jackson Square behind us!
So this year, I dragged The Scientist with me to Jackson Square. The French Quarter Festival was in full swing, so the fortunetellers were in a much tighter space than normal, and there weren’t as many as usual. (Local artists, displaying their wares took up most of the space in the Square.)
I perused the area until I felt I’d found the right reader. The Scientist and I sat across from each other. I chose my deck of cards, shuffled them until they felt right and then handed them back to the reader. I only got a general reading this time, as there was nothing specific on my mind. Here are a couple of the things she told us:
One of our children should be encouraged to compete in something they’re interested in, something they wouldn’t have considered competing in. That it will open doors to a career down the road.
Our family will overflowing some day, larger than I would have imagined. Whether they are children/grandchildren or friends who might as well be family. Our house will be filled with loved ones.
This next year will be financially tight. (This did not make me happy. Grrr)
That *I* am happiest when I’m my own boss. (Actually, I prefer to be the boss of everyone, but ok.)
In the end, we’ll have more money than we need. (Ok, I can deal with 1 tight year, but no more than that. I am pretty spoiled, after all.)
The Scientist and I bring out the best in each other. That we compliment each other’s weaknesses.
Next year the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention is in New Orleans, which I can hardly wait to attend. Pralines. Beignets. Gumbo. Royal Street. Bourbon Street. Ghost tours. And, of course, seeing all of the Lady Scribes in person.
What are the odds I’ll end up at Jackson Square, having my Tarot cards read? Pretty close to 100%. I may even drag some Lady Scribes along with me too.
Have you ever had your Tarot cards read? If so, did you find the reading on the mark? Or a bunch of bunk?
Have you been to New Orleans? What is your favorite thing to do there?
But most importantly, will you be at RT? This year in Kansas City? Next year in New Orleans?