Before heading to New Orleans in April, one of my friends suggested to me that I visit a fortune teller while I’m there. Apparently they go hand in hand.
So while I was there for the music of New Orleans Jazz Fest, I also aimed to visit a fortune teller.
I also intended to visit a strip club – a proper American strip club – only for the idea of comparing an American one to the idea of what I see in the movies.
Trying to do that back home turned out not so brilliantly the last (and first) time I went. Sydney’s strip clubs seem to be little more than overpriced cement boxes where uninspired women dance to even more uninspired music while you drink what barely passes as fermented sugar water grape juice from a plastic beer cup. Did I mention you had to pay twenty-five bucks for the privilege?
While in New Orleans, I aimed to see a fortune teller. For the next few days, my mate and I wandered the streets as tourists, occasionally seeing psychics sitting under worn umbrellas on the side of the park at Jackson Square.
“There’s one,” my friend Ross said, but it just didn’t feel… right. Plus I was hesitating. I mean, what if they told me something horrible? What if they told me something absolutely disastrous? Should I really know that much?
It wasn’t until our second last day in New Orleans (technically the last day of exploring) that we found the “Bottom Of The Cup Tea Room” that I thought we’d found our place.
Plus, it was on the same block as Laura’s Chocolates and if that’s not a good omen, I’m not sure what is.
Still skeptical over the entire process, I went and had a 15 minute reading done. The fortune teller was quite good, and to be honest, I didn’t expect it to be about who I was currently. I expected it would be able who I was going to become, and the two are quite different.
What I got was a combination of both, and you can hear some samples of the reading below. I’m obviously not going to put it all online for you as I’d like some of my reading to stay private. Ish.
It started with me finding out I had to cut something out of my life. I’m guessing this was my ex, which has more or less been cut out of my life. Ripped. Torn. Severed. Take your pick. It’s all relatively the same.[audio:https://www.leighlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/003-Cutting-Off1.mp3|titles=Fortune – Cutting it off]
At one point, she mentioned my friend Ross. Or at least I think it was Ross. I don’t have many friends-who-are-guys, so am only assuming it’s Ross.[audio:https://www.leighlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/006-Ross.mp3|titles=Fortune – Is this Ross?]
Apparently passion was a big part of my reading, too.[audio:https://www.leighlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/008-Passion.mp3|titles=Fortune – Passions. Not the show. My passions.]
I do consider myself a curious person. Hell, I found it rather surprising that I actually went through with the psychic reading in the first place. So when the fortune teller asked me if I had any questions, I was curious about something I’d faced in my life. People had told me that my overly sexual nature was a result of me being Scorpio, so I wondered if the whole starsign thing had anything to do with personality.[audio:https://www.leighlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/010-Starsign.mp3|titles=Fortune – Does your star sign have anything to do with your personality?]
You can claim that what I heard was guessing, looking for a tell, predicting what I was going to say based off of mannerisms and facial characteristics or a bunch of other things that would scientifically explain what happens, but all of that is mostly irrelevant.
Even me – the first one who would normally stand there next to you, with you, and tell me that – thinks that all of that is irrelevant.
You know why?
Because what I heard that day made me feel good. In a way, it made me think that the psychic reading was more an affirmation about one’s self than anything else. It might be someone just telling you how it is, how you are, the way you are, and if that’s the case, there’s nothing wrong with that.