We need to talk about Stevie Nicks for a minute. I mean, watch the video!
Stevie is all angsty and Lindsey is all man-angsty and she’s all like “I’ve loved you my whole life but you’re like a drug and I have you you’ll kill me” and he’s like “Same!”
They need each other but will never have each other! Ugh!
I feel as though it would not be a shameful thing to look like Stevie Nicks when I’m in my fifties. I just think she’s beautiful! Haha. …And also because she has that gypsy-ish look to her, all black-wearing and long blonde hair. She seems like the “cool aunt,” the one with the crystals dangling from every windowpane and who gives you a glass of wine when you’re really upset about some boy dumping you right before the prom.
I mention all of this because I’m going to a bachelorette party this Saturday night, and among the planned festivities is to have a tarot card reading, which I’ve never seen before, and what, in my imagination, Stevie Nicks does on a weekly basis. I’ve decided to opt out of it for the reason that it’s not “Catholic-kosher,” so to speak, and it’s interesting because it’s the first time in a long time I can think of when I’ve not done something because of my faith.
I don’t know; I mean, it kinda squicks me out, the idea of someone “telling my fortune.” Like I really don’t believe that anything that is truth will come of it, but I also don’t want to invite the Devil to come hang out, either, know what I mean?
Because as far as I understand it, Catholics kinda look down upon things like tarot readings and fortune telling and oijua boards and such because they place trust in something that isn’t God, so it dishonors the first commandment. And I’ve worked really hard to get where I’m at when it comes to putting my trust in God in a daily basis, so why break the bruised reed, you know? And if the readings are, in fact, invites for the Devil to sneak his way in and start some stuff, then…yeah, don’t need that, either.
And, at the very least, even if it was just done as pure, 100% entertainment, I just know my particular reading would pretty much be the same as Pee Wee Herman’s in “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure,” when he is desperate to know what’s become of his most treasured possession (his bicycle). The reader is clearly faking the whole thing to get more money, and she answers “the basement of the Alamo.” (Without giving you any spoilers to this awesome movie, he finds out there is no basement in the Alamo.)
I’m sure I’ll still have an awesome time, and I’m sure it’ll be fun. Besides, there will also be a wine tasting happening at the same time as the readings, so at the very least, you can count on me totally blitzed out on wine, using a bottle as a microphone to belt out my very best Stevie Nicks impression.
But only in my head, of course, because I’ll be in a public place and to actually do that…would be moronic. 🙂