WE'D LOVE TO DRESS LIKE THIS, BUT WE DON'T GO TO THAT MANY PUERTO RICAN WEDDINGS!
SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY! Normally a MAJOR couch potato, lazy NFL football day - but wait! This is no normal Sunday. In fact, this is no normal day at all. You might even say this is a "paranormal" day. That's right, we are not alone, and we now know that for a fact. How do we know? Because we are informed and open minded individuals, but mainly because we attended the Palm Springs Psychic Festival.
It is Palm Springs, so of course the "festival" was held at the Doral Resort & Country Club. Look, even psychics, palm readers and astrologers like a challenging 18 holes between reading people's auras! Not that we're skeptical, but why would these folks even play golf if they knew the outcome of the game in advance? Speaking of that whole psychic "thing," why do they have to ask your name anyway? Shouldn't they already know it? Maybe its a test to see if you're lying - sorta like establishing a baseline before you begin a polygraph exam (we saw that on a Law & Order rerun). Anyway, we wanna believe because our psychic said we'd win the lottery and only charged us $100 for that vision of the future.
The whole festival was filled with the most interesting people - folks that sell rocks to make you feel better, folks that will squeeze your feet to release inner demons for a few bucks and even folks that sell books about how our ancestors interbred with aliens. In hindsight, it really wasn't a "psychic" festival as much as it was a "capitalism" festival - and we LOVE free market captialism. Sex, drugs, gambling - hey, it's all good clean victimless crime, right? (and we hate victims, but we love crime!). The festival gave us such a feeling of "vuja de" (that's the feeling that this never happened before), but we really would like it to happen again! Tomorrow is another day in the cosmos, Mercury is in retrograde and it is Monday Night football, so...
Like it says, "remember kids, satan loves you!" In spite of the truck in the parking lot, Stacy dared to explore!
Don't laugh - he's 172 years old and full of wisdom! This is how we're sobering up from now on!
It is Palm Springs, so of course the "festival" was held at the Doral Resort & Country Club. Look, even psychics, palm readers and astrologers like a challenging 18 holes between reading people's auras! Not that we're skeptical, but why would these folks even play golf if they knew the outcome of the game in advance? Speaking of that whole psychic "thing," why do they have to ask your name anyway? Shouldn't they already know it? Maybe its a test to see if you're lying - sorta like establishing a baseline before you begin a polygraph exam (we saw that on a Law & Order rerun). Anyway, we wanna believe because our psychic said we'd win the lottery and only charged us $100 for that vision of the future.
The whole festival was filled with the most interesting people - folks that sell rocks to make you feel better, folks that will squeeze your feet to release inner demons for a few bucks and even folks that sell books about how our ancestors interbred with aliens. In hindsight, it really wasn't a "psychic" festival as much as it was a "capitalism" festival - and we LOVE free market captialism. Sex, drugs, gambling - hey, it's all good clean victimless crime, right? (and we hate victims, but we love crime!). The festival gave us such a feeling of "vuja de" (that's the feeling that this never happened before), but we really would like it to happen again! Tomorrow is another day in the cosmos, Mercury is in retrograde and it is Monday Night football, so...
Like it says, "remember kids, satan loves you!" In spite of the truck in the parking lot, Stacy dared to explore!
Don't laugh - he's 172 years old and full of wisdom! This is how we're sobering up from now on!
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