Tuesday night Lianne and I had a much needed girls night out. We got all dolled up and went to the StyleNight Out Launch Party at the Salon in Providence. (After a tour of half of the state thanks to my wonky GPS - that might I add only stops working when Lianne is in the passenger seat for some reason.)
We watched the video they showed from January's style week. After that we got a drink and looked around. Not as busy as I had expected but it looked like everyone was having a good time.
Next to the bar was this.
How cute was this set up. Yummy.
I had gone with business cards thinking I would meet new people and network a bit, but something about the size of the crowd made me feel awkward about it. After we finished our drinks, we left to walk back to the car I had sort of parallel parked on the wrong side of Weybossett Street due to the construction. Totally weird, but I just did what everyone else had done.
There I am in my beloved Jessica Simpson heels, on slightly wet cobblestones (wait for it) and I look at Lianne as I feel my heel get caught in between two stones. Because (say it with me) of course. I open my mouth to say 'Oh my God Li, I'm going down'... but nothing comes out.
Instead? It's a slow motion fall (as per usual) with me reaching out to grab the door handle on the truck to keep myself from going over...except it was a little out of my reach so as I caught it I went right down on my knees. What can I say, I like to put on a show for everyone walking by.
Also? Ashamed to admit I am used to these things happening when I put on heels.
We drove to Thayer Street and Lianne dragged me into a palm and tarot card reader. I? Was freaked. Something I always wanted to do but have never done because I was always afraid to hear something bad. We decided it was "for fun and entertainment only" - unless of course we heard good things. Then it was all true!
She picked the tarot card reading and I was asked to leave the room so my energies didn't get in the way. OK I thought, this is a load of crap as I sat down outside. When it was my turn Lianne told the psychic to only tell me good things. I sat down as she went outside and the woman looked at me and said she would tell me what she saw, good or bad... would I be OK with that. Yes I said and put out my palm still not really believing.
The very first thing this woman said to me blew me away. I felt like she was looking through me and it was the strangest feeling I think I have ever had. I don't even know if I want to put it here... but on the other hand that's what this blog is for, right?
She said 'You are only meant to have 3 kids.' And then she repeated herself again. She must have read the shock on my face and followed it up by asking me how many I have now. When I said three she nodded and again said I was only meant to have three.
How did she know how heavy that weighs on me sometimes - about a fourth, feeling like I'm waiting too long ... and questioning.
She went on to talk about my husband and how he loves me very much, what a good guy he is and how he would do anything for me (all of which I already knew, but still nice to hear anyway). She said she could also see I have been selfish with myself and needed to take more time to do things... and she sees travel in my future. (Lots of blogging conferences I hope!)
She asked if I had any questions. I felt blank. All I could come up with was a question about my career path. I listened to everything she had to say and I think she was right on. (Although also slightly vague enough to apply to almost anyone.)
After that we went to a bar and sat down for some wine while we went over our readings. I was immediately hit with why. Why did I not ask is my oldest going to be OK ... and why did I not ask if by saying I was only meant to have three did that mean I was still meant to adopt or not. No, I asked about my career.
Who knows if our new friend Ms. Cleo was right or not. I think I would not have believed a word of it had she not stared through me and said the part about how many kids I was only meant to have. Without that I think I might not have taken any of it serious. At any rate, we had an awesome time and it was so nice to just sit down somewhere kidless and laugh for a few hours. And do something semi crazy together.