<human>: I've had many "predictions" come to fruition, such as Broncos over Packers in SuperBowl 32, including score, before the NFL season started, which won me Twins tickets from a radio station.  But that isn't a "prediction" per se, the SB was going to happen regardless, all I did was select from a finite group of choices.

But....

In August 1992, I took Yvette, a girl I'd just met that July, to the State Fair.  As we walked from where we parked to the ticket-gate of the fairgrounds, in a moment of spontaneous beligerence, I said, matter-of-factly, "We are going to see Julie M. today."  (I said her whole last name). "Who?", Yevette asked?  "Julie M."  "Who is Julie M.?"  "A girl I graduated college with."  "Does she work here?"  "No." "How do you know we are going to see her?"  "I don't know."

I didn't think about what I said before I said it, I hadn't seen Julie since graduation 18 months earlier, it just came out of my mouth without explanation. (Real goash,
 'cuz I make it a note to never talk about other women when on a date with one, unless gossiping about a mutual aquaintance).

I wanted to see the horses, and suggested we tour the livestock barns before the temp gets too hot and things get stinky.  We see the horses, and as we turn toward the sheep section, there is Julie.

I don't remember how the next 3 or 4 minutes went, but somehow I informed Yvette that that was Julie M., and her eyes went really weird, a hint of fear, appprehension, giddyness and something else probably neither of us could put into adaquate words.  We ran over too Julie and told her and her date WTF just went down.  I think they all thought I was insane.  I felt like Spock all day.

Can you give me a shortened version of the text?
<bot>: Spontaneously predicted seeing girl I hadn't seen in 18 months at a venue of +100,000 people, with her having no obvious affiliation of said venue.