After happy hour with Dicky Bird and Loriver, we noticed a neon sign across the street that said "Psychic." I've never gone to a professional fortune teller, so I went to get my palm read as a lark. The psychic made my peeps wait outside. She told me not to share the reading with anyone, but I didn't think to ask why. She was kind of intense. I'll tell you this much though: I'm supposed to have a long life. Thrillsville. I was not prepared for the hard sell at the end when she tried to entice me to purchase some strange,very expensive spiritual healing services involving a candle. Do I have "Sucker" stamped on my aura or what?