I already had to write the date on something. I scrawled it out in cursive: January 1, 2013. I’m not typically a superstitious person, though after knowing my friend Jenny for over 20 years, you tend to recognize and feel bad ju-ju right away. (I tell her laughingly all the time that if she put a turban on, grabbed a crystal ball, and sat at a circus booth she could probably make a small fortune). She’s got good instincts about places and people. It comes from deep inside her, and I use her gift to my advantage. After all, that’s what friends are for. While she’s gallivanting in Florida in…