Page 1 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver
I blame the vodka.
My sisters and I were out celebrating—oldest sister Jillian had finished her pediatric residency and gotten a job, middle sister Skylar was recently engaged and planning a fall wedding, and I’d just moved into my adorable dream house. It was only about eight o’clock but we’d consumed three dirty martinis apiece in the last hour and a half. Since we’d eaten nothing but the stuffed olives in our cocktails, we were functioning somewhere between Shhhh Don’t Tell Anyone I’m Drunk and Oops I Missed the Barstool.
We managed to get out the door on our feet, sideways with arms linked, and I’m pretty sure everyone in the place was glad to see us go, since everything was hilarious to us and our laughter had grown increasingly loud and obnoxious.
“We need Uber,” announced Jillian, breathless from giggling. Her hair was a mess—when she’d arrived at the bar it had been tucked into a pretty chignon but several rounds of arm wrestling had shaken it loose. She had spilled something on the front of her peach blouse too, right on her left nipple. It looked like she was leaking. “No way can any of us drive.”
“We need food,” I said. “Let’s walk down to O’Malley’s for a burger.”
“Good idea.” Skylar hiccuped. “Then I’ll call Sebastian to pick ush up.”
“Ush?” I elbowed her as we started walking down the sidewalk three abreast. But my tongue felt a little numb too.
“Hey, look!” Jillian stopped walking, but since we were still all connected we yanked her forward a few more steps and she stumbled. “Is that for real?” Detangling her arm from mine she pointed up to the second story of an old Victorian brick building.
I looked up and squinted at the hand-painted block-lettered sign in the window.
PSYCHIC MEDIUM
FREE READING!
OPEN LATE TONIGHT!
Skylar gasped. “Let’s do it! Let’s get a psychic reading!”
“No, I’m starving.” And my bladder was suddenly at max capacity. How had I not noticed it three minutes ago? Vodka was insidious.
“Well, I want to.” She looked around for a way into the building and took off for a narrow wooden door between two storefronts.
“Sky, you’re already engaged! You don’t need to know your future. It’s Happily Ever After, The End.” I hopped from one foot to the other and tried not to think about lakes and rivers and gushing waterfalls, which were of course all I could think about.
Skylar pulled the door open and looked over her shoulder at me. “So you get the free reading. Maybe she’ll tell you whether Dan’s going to shit or get off the pot.”
