The psychic connection

Julie and I have some sort of weird psychic connection. No really, we do. Maybe it's because we've known each other ever since Tina DeLoreto's slumber party in 6th grade, when Julie mooned the boys next door through the window on a dare and I though that was The. Coolest. Thing. Ever. Maybe it's something else. Whatever the case, it freaks people out.

Case in point. Julie, Marina and I are walking down the street in London and we saw a sign for Vicarage Gate. Julie says, "What's a vicar? Is it like a priest?" and then minutes later, "Jess, when does that come out?" to which I replied, "Bridget Jones II? I'm not sure." Marina stares, puzzled.

We do that all the time. Maybe our minds just work the same way. We both thought, "Vicar. Tarts and Vicars. Tarts and Vicars party in Bridget Jones. I loved that movie. When's the next one coming out?" We didn't compare notes, but I know that's how we both arrived there.

An old one that's a little more unsettling, even to us. Many years ago, I pick Julie up to go to the mall. She gets into the passenger seat and says, "You know that little girl?" to which I reply, "The one from Interview with the Vampire?" and then we have a discussion about a then-very-young Kirsten Dunst. Five minutes later:

Julie: How did you know that?
Me: I have no fucking clue.
Julie: Weird.