For years I have wanted to go to a Psychic Fair. The idea appealed to me. I had visions of me and a host of invisible relatives showing up at a fair and getting messages from all of them. Every year when the Psychic Fair or Expo showed up in Guelph I asked the hubs if he wouldn't like to go with me and find out what it was all about. "Not really." was the standard answer, "But you go ahead. Is it very expensive?" Which shows you where his head was at.
This year the Psychic Fair is at the Canadian Legion, a brand new building on the outskirts of Guelph. The fee, I pointed out, is only $10 a head and gets you in for the entire weekend. I could only imagine the excitements within those walls that could keep you coming back for a whole weekend. The hubs thought that was pretty reasonable. We went.
Yes. We went. We were there for approximately half an hour. I can't imagine wanting to go back for more. I'm cured. I've been to a Psychic Fair. I can sleep at night now. Whoopee.
Was there ever anything you wanted to do more than anything and then when you got the chance found out if wasn't anymore exciting than a box of stale cereal?