My mother had her birthday this month AND she had friends visiting from Spain. Then she received an invitation to Hollywood’s The Magic Castle and decides to take her visitors and us to brunch and a show at the castle. She wanted to “treat” her grandkids and since it was her birthday, and she was paying (cuz I can afford crap these days) we went.
Now, I despise magic shows. Not that I can tell how they do it and I’m not impressed they CAN do it, but because they are boring! When I was 24 my brother & sister & cousins decided to treat my semi-retarded Uncle who was turning 30 to a trip to Vegas. Well, everyone but me crapped out so I spent the 2 days with him. Oh fun. And I offered to treat him to a show. There was Siegfried & Roy or David Copperfield. I would have preferred the tigers, but NOOOOOO I had to see the magic show. Horrible. Beyond horrible. I could actually see wires and space in the “box” for Copperfield’s skinny frame. I was ready for wrist slashing and pretty sure I was getting HUGE amounts of good karma for politely sitting through the 1.5 hrs of torture.
So when Grandma suggested this I was skeptical. After all, these are MY children. And it turns out the closest to normal middle son was going to have to go camping/fishing with his father for Boy Scouts so it was only my oldest and youngest (both of which have Asperger’s) who would go. Add to the mix the 10 year old with Grandma’s visitors who barely spoke English but was eagerly ADHD about the whole adventure.
Brunch was delicious and my kids were pretty well behaved. Conor was thrilled they had waffles (since I’ve stopped buying Eggos) and Luke impressed me by choosing salad, baked salmon, a slice of prime rib and bacon! Of course, he ended up going back for seconds on stuff and thirds because it was a buffet. (Poor Evan missing it, my eater LOVES buffet)
Anyway… we get in line for the show and I swear I see Matt Damon. As does several others! lol. Someone claims its not him but boy if not, its his EXACT twin! Wow… little excitement for Mommy! hee hee
They put the kids down in the first three rows and the rest of us adults packed the room. And the magic began.
Weeeeee.
Yes, it was pretty impressive. No, I couldn’t tell how they did it. Yes, the kids loved it. And yes, it was still a yawn!
Although in one Pringles can/ketchup bottle sleight of hand it was my outspoken little red head who yelled out it was in the can! And was gleefully surprised when the magician opened the can and out exploded a collapsed foam snake!
Luke and I couldn’t stay, having to leave before the next show to go pick up the cold and tired Evan from his fathers’. And to be honest, BOY was I glad to leave! But Grandma insisted Conor stay so Luke and I braved the horrible rainy weather to go get Evan.
An hour or so later Grandma is dropping Conor off. I asked her how it went and her reply is classic.
We left after the last show when Conor went up to the magician and said, “You STINK!”
Yup, that’s my boy! Honest!