mystical oracle

my friend from school studied chinese in college but never had a chinese name. she asked me to pick one for her, so i asked my parents what it should be and they said aijia. aijia and another friend of mine, craggs, recently moved in together (orchestrated by me) to the bushwick neighborhood, just a few blocks from me. last night we went out for our first night out in our shared neighborhood. we mingled at my next-door bar, the shit box, met more school friends, went to a taco truck where we bought tostadas and were surprise gifted free shots of tequila by the taco truck man felipe, wandered my rooftop, and then went back to craggs' and aijia's where we played with my new ouija board. i played twice last week and nothing happened. we sat late at night at school in dark corners and in the girls' bathroom with our hands on the planchette, first timidly talking to air and later feeling exasperated and making dumb jokes. this time it moved. a lot. it moved when we had five people's hands on the board and it moved with two. it was mostly incoherent. twice it went completely off the board, coming towards me, then turned back around onto the board. i know all the scientific theories behind talking boards, but when it's happening the planchette really feels like it's moving independently and it is one of the eeriest feelings i've ever felt. at the end just mike and i were touching the planchette and everyone else watched. i asked, are you happy with the new tenants of this apartment? it wandered just a little bit and then it shot straight to yes and did a dead stop. at that point i said goodbye.