There's a few things I have to do on every trip to New Orleans: shop at Fleurty Girl, Marie Laveau's and all around the Quarter; treat myself to a hurricane and a hang grenade (or maybe a few); and have my palm read in front of St. Louis Cathedral.
Usually, it's a comical mix of generic truths, terrible advice and things that are just dead wrong. On our trip over Memorial Day, my reading really struck home.
- My work is (finally) going to calm down in July.
- I need to stop worrying. I'll always have money. I'll never need a hand out. And I have a great body. (Why, thank you.)
- I'm a great budgeter but could cut back more. So true.
- I'm stubborn. Steve is 10x more stubborn.
- I take after my mom, but I got my dad's brains.
- I'm going to have a baby in a 1.5 years. When I told her we didn't want kids, she said birth control doesn't really work well in my family. (Yikes!)
The whole trip was a much needed escape for me and Steve. It's so nice to have a home away from home in this majestic city.
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