August 1986, My friends and I gathered for a night to hang out, smoke dope, and drink while playing board games, plus watch the Mets get their derrieres get kicked the shit out of.
Rosemary, Rob, Paul, Kevin, an I played a very competitive game of Monopoly that took close to 2, maybe more hours to complete; Who could tell, by this point we were all a bit tipsy, and at one point making up the rules as we went.
By the time 10:45 pm rolled around, Paul kicked all our butts, and the Mets lost by a margin of 2 lousy points. All feeling a bit beat, Rosemary suggested she’d break out her tarot cards, for an interesting look into our futures. She had only been reading and learning how to read them for over an eight-month period, but felt confident in her abilities to read our drunken, stoned asses.
Because Paul had won, it was suggested she would read his cards first. “Okay, Paul; What would you like to ask?” Rosemary questioned in her mysterious tone to sound more authentic like a carnival gypsy. “Yeah, alright, whatever… sure, I’ll play along…” Paul’s blurry eyes kept rolling around as if waiting for a question to surface. “Okay, is Deb ever going to say yes to getting laid?”, as he slouched back in his chair with a broad smirk on his flushed face.
Rosemary, shuffle her cards, split the decks all the while staring at the guy she wanted to date all along. Annoyed, she placed the cards out and proceeded to make believe the answer that Paul so desired to know the answer to. “Ah,” as Rosemary started to read the cards, “There is no possible fucking way she wants you, Paul. She has eyes for another guy. In fact, he’s sitting here at this very table.” She conjured, without laughing out loud. “Hey! Rose, that shit ain’t funny! I wanted to really know, and you’re making a fucking joke? you don’t know what you’re talking about!”, as Paul scanned the table at his male counterparts; “Don’t get any ideas about messin’ with Debbie guys, she’s mine!” he slurred and slouched further back in his seat.
One by one, Rosemary went to her next ‘victim’ as she referred to us, but she was answering the guy’s questions with details and precision. By this point, Paul excused himself and went to lay down on the couch and pass out. He could care less about Rosemary taking her time to answer the other’s questions, that left them scratching their heads in wonderment.
“Okay, Beck, your turn; What do you want to know?” as Rosemary shuffled the cards once again. While the guys all dismissed themselves into the living room, I had already known what I wanted to ask the cards that layout in front of Rosemary as soon as she suggested to tell the future in her ‘mystical manner’.
“As you know Rose, my Mom-mom passed away last January… I want to know, is she watching over me?” I inquired with a touch of seriousness in my voice. I did, in fact, want to know, being that my grandmother and I were so very close when she was alive and that I missed her dearly.
Rosemary kept shuffling, then split the deck once more. As she dealt the cards in front of her, she carefully studied them. Without hesitation, she looked at me and said in the calmest of voices, “Beck, you’ll find out later tonight.” Then Rosemary scooped up her cards, and placed them back into a small wooden box she kept all the secrets of life in.
“What the hell does that mean? It’s already after 1 am when tonight or this morning am I gonna know?” I screeched. “This is bogus, nothin’s gonna happen tonight. Damn, I really wanted to know. This card readin’ crap sucks!” I kept hissing at Rosemary as if it were her fault entirely.
The evening was finally closing, and the guys left with Kevin since he was the designated driver out of the bunch. Rosemary helped me clean up, then she went into her bedroom to go to bed, and I went into mine.
I began to get ready for bed in the bathroom while washing my face and brushing my teeth, my cat came skidding into the bedroom and jumped on my bed. She then stood upright on her hind legs and started meowing at the ceiling while howling in cries. I had never seen or heard her do before. At first, I thought it may be a moth, but there was nothing there. I kept staring at my cat “Whiskers”, and the blank ceiling and wondering to myself, ‘what was going on here?’ Until it finally dawned on me. Rosemary’s words “You’ll find out tonight.”
“Oh-My-God!” – I all of a sudden felt this rush flow right through me, and there was my cat still sitting upright, crying at the ceiling, never losing sight of what was or was not there. “Wholly shit!”, as I gathered my blanket as fast as I could and ran back out to the living room. I sat on the couch and shuddered. I didn’t know what to do or what to think. Did I just imagine the whole thing? was I still tipsy? … ‘Nah, I’m fine, it wore off a while ago’. As I now sat there talking to myself. Moments passed, and Whiskers came out of the room calmy and proceeded to jump in my lap purring. “Whisky girl, are you alright?” as I pet and scratched her soft ears. “Meow.”
This week on “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch” we were to write about weird encounters. This was the only one I could think of because it was based on true events. “Is this weird enough for you? It certainly was strange to me. 🙂
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