The other night, I went out for a well-deserved Ladies Night Out at Midtown Crossing. A few of us Omaha bloggers got word of it and well, we accosted all of Midtown Crossing in Omaha. I highly recommend it and if you’re not here in the great metropolis of Omaha, Nebraska, I bet you find a cool metro community in your area. Try something new. It’s fun!
Bloggers, as mentioned before, are writers. And writing, is a lonely world. Bloggers are more networky writers, we’re a little more outgoing, and for the sake of content, we go out and do. The funny thing is, I know most of these cool chicks from facebook status updates, group posts and tweets. A unique gift of time actually gets me to their blogs. So, getting to hang out with them face to face is pure heaven.
To even things out, I asked my pal and fellow smokin hot six footer, Ann to join me.
We parked in the parking garage in Midtown Crossing and jumped right out in the direction we needed to be to get to Saints Pub & Patio. Even on a chilly night – and by chilly, I mean, I think it was above zero, but don’t know and it’s all the same once you get below 50 degrees in my opinion – it was fun to look around and see all the cool apartments and urban living energy.
Ricardo and I have a little dream/plan once the kids leave for college – sell it all and go live urban. Up until this point I assumed we’d live in downtown Omaha. Loft style or condo style, I dunno. I have time to think about it. I think it might come down to who offers the best jacuzzi tub. We’ll see. But as we drove around and scoped out the urban community and stores , I can be quickly be coerced to Midtown Crossing. It’s beautiful and quaint. The skyline is fun. The grassy knoll is refreshing and the immediate access to eateries, gym and grocery store on a cold day means I don’t have to drive back and forth.
I start daydreaming of future conversations like this:
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Let’s head downstairs and see – Mexican, deli or the Pub?”
It’s got to immediately make us hip and cool, right?
We choose to live in the burbs right now because we love our kids’ school and we love our home.
Ann and I eventually make it to the pub and find my fellow bloggy people. It’s probably good to mention that the mission for this Ladies night was to see a psychic. We sat in the pub and I had one of the best burgers in my life (fried jalapenos were involved, need I say more?) and we got caught up with each other. Ann learned the world of bloggery and when the ladies asked her for her business card, she simply said unless they wanted insurance, she didn’t have one. Yes, bloggers have business cards. Feel free to ask me for one or several, and you can pass them out to all of your friends as well.
The psychic’s assistant asked us to think of a question we wanted an answer to to focus on. And there’s my first issue with this psychic. I’d just come home from work, a little teary because I’d not been able to focus on ANYTHING for a solid week. Do you know how much your church secretary can jack up in a week’s time? It turns out, a lot. I’m truly surprised I figured out how to even make it home without getting lost. I’d irritated a lot of people at work. And I work at a church. And they are super patient good people Need I say more?
Eventually, I made it back to the psychic. I was her last reading. After 19 readings before me, she was worn out and I had no question to focus on which made for a little bit of awkward silence. A lot like my annual review meeting with my boss this week is going to look like. I think a lot of people ask psychics questions about their career or love life. I have no questions about either. Because I have no doubts about either. My problem is I have no problem, thus no question and no doubt.
Eventually she offers up that she thinks I’m a runner and that I have a goal to meet. Well, yeah, like a 25-pounder goal. But as it turns out, I’d just signed up for a triathlon training program with my gym that very day because…wait for it…I needed a goal to strive for. So, that’s kind of cool.
Several of the writers had already come through and asked her about their writings, so I thought I’d be super funny and ask her which one of us was the best writer. Psychics, like their homophone brothers, cyclists, don’t have a big sense of humor.
And then she said something funny, “You’re super stable.”
In that very moment as well as most all the rest of the time, I soooooo was not stable in every capacity. EXCEPT with a psychic – I’m stable because I have no doubt or question on where I’m supposed to be.
What I learned from the psychic was not answers to anything – but just that. Psychics don’t have answers for you – they have the gift of helping you see the answers for yourself. They have the gift of reading your non-verbal ness. A bit of what they do is throwing a hunch out there. Part of it is tapping in to your energy, but the biggest gift a psychic has is the ability to get you to tap into answering your own questions and doubts. You know it all already. It’s just a matter of seeing it from a different perspective. Kind of like living urban after a lifetime of living in the burbs. We’ll see the same from a different perspective.
The next Ladies Night at Midtown Crossing will be March 12. It’s the second and fourth Wednesday each month. As soon as I have more details, I’ll be sure to post. I think it involves a fashion show and drink specials. Ahhh yes, something for everyone.
Hope to see you there!
Song of the day: Simple Beauty by The Jane Carey Band