7.30.2009

Rubber Necking

So one of my very close intelligent rational friends is (paradoxically?) into New Age stuff. You know, aliens, big foot, the whole shebang. He was going to a "channeling" and, as he didn't want to go alone, bought me a ticket for my birthday. I figure what the hell--life's an experience! Plus it didn't cost me nothin'. Basically this real estate agent guy claims he channels an alien named Bashar and people pay money to see it. The place was packed with probably 80 people in their 40s and up, leaving my friend and myself as some of the youngest there. There was a couple a few rows ahead of us all hippied out, in their twenties. They made out almost the entire time. Tell me, who the hell makes out at an alien channeling??

Since I attended this event my boyfriend has enjoyed the luxury of just dropping the sentence "Dodo Bird went to a channeling" and watching me scramble to explain to acquaintances and family. As I was trying to delicately describe it to my mom after such a bomb drop, she told me that if I became a Scientologist that they would take me away and I wouldn't be able to talk to my family again.

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