OK, just a quick “Wow, that’s weird” post.
For those who read “Late, Late at Night,” you know the significance of the number 21, right?
OK, so tonight I was at a really fun fundraiser where tables competed against each other in a trivia contest. My husband and I were at table #21 (out of 27 tables). Not only did our table totally win the game – and the prize – but the one raffle ticket I bought also won one of the prizes (and I rarely win anything).
The game was played on a large screen and when it was going through the rules of the game, one of the last lines said, “It’s not rocket science.”
Have you ever had something on your mind and then you start noticing all these “coincidences” related to it? That’s what happened to me this weekend.
On Friday, as I was cleaning the kitchen, I was listening to a Rick Springfield playlist on Spotify. Then I had to run to Party City to get some “Star Wars” party goods for my youngest son’s birthday party. It’s only about a 10-minute drive and in the middle of the drive, “Jessie’s Girl” came on the radio.
Then yesterday, I saw photos on a RS Facebook page that somebody posted from the RS concert Meet and Greet and RS was wearing a “Star Wars” T-shirt. Because of the time difference between where the concert was and where I was, the photo may have been taken around the same time I was looking for the “Star Wars” party goods.
Then today at the birthday party, which was at a nearby park, one of the kids pulled a shoe out of the lake – it was a red Converse shoe (Converse is RS’s shoe of choice).
And now on to my dream last night.
I was at some kind of party and was leaving in a white car with other people. As we neared the parking lot exit, there was a crowd of people standing around some tables and I noticed Rick Springfield was there. With a quick word of explanation to the person driving the car, I jumped out and walked over to the crowd. RS was sitting in a chair and there were people around him but he looked at me and mouthed, “I saw the blog.” I smiled but didn’t really know what to say. Then as he moved his way through the crowd, he gave me a big hug and then continued on his way.
That made my night! Then I left to find my ride home.
Of course I have no proof of this because, one, since I jumped out of the car, I didn’t have my phone or a camera with me. And two, because it was a dream. Still nice, though!