Time: ten minutes
Cost: $10.00 plus tip
Picture to come.
You may be asking yourself, “What the hell is a bone reading?” because I know I was. I was wandering around Jackson Square in New Orleans with Jill St. (not to be confused with Jill Sh. who was at the hotel) and we came across a man at a folding card table with a large sign offering bone readings. I thought that it was something about reading the bones in your face or something, but no.
I sit down at the table across from the man and he gives me a black cloth tied in knots. He tells me to hold it, so I do, and then he chants something in what I assume is Creole. Then he rubs this oil on my hands and tells me to untie the knots and dump out the contents from the cloth onto the table. A bunch of bones and some dice spill out. I’m like, “Exactly what type of bones are these?” and they are just chicken bones, so it is okay.
My fortune is this:
1.) I will come into a large sum of money legally and without anyone being harmed by December. (Note: I love that he added the “legally.” WTF?)
2.) Lots of people are jealous of me. (Yeah, right.)
3.) I am going to be doing lots of traveling. (Over the next year, I am going to Spain for six weeks, to Maryland, to Cabo San Lucas, and skiing out west, probably Park City, Utah. I was in New Orleans at the time of this bone reading, and I just came back from Jackson, WY a few weeks before that.)
4.) Brian is a blessing in my life. (True.)
5.) A man will come to me in a dream and I have to listen to the message. It will be revealed in its own time. (I have been having lots of dreams about my grandparents recently. We are talking, just the three of us, and I always feel like I should try to remember what they say, but I never can. I guess I will have to try harder.)
6.) I will live a long life with good health.
At no point did I say anything about anything to this guy. He was too busy trying to check out Jill St.’s “excellent physique” and “great hips.” Hilarious.