Hubby and I went to the city last night. We had a lot of fun driving around the Fleet Week traffic dodging tourists, cyclists, and smartly dressed sailors as we made our way over to Nob Hill. Once safely ensconced in a parking garage (the one at Sutter and Stockton is, by far, the most civilized one I have encountered in ‘Frisco), we took to the streets of China Town, Union Square and Powell in search of a vegetarian restaurant. We ended up at New Delhi where we had a nice, but expensive, meal and then walked around a bit more till it was time for our main event for the night:
No, it’s nothing like a David Copperfield show. No Las Vegas lights and definitely no dancing-girls. Just a small crowd, a few chairs, and three guys.
In a room past the bar, where you would least expect it, three completely normal-looking guys performed a variety of stunts, tricks, deceptions, magic, whatever-you-want-to-call-it with charm and humor.
Despite my best efforts to catch their slight-of-hand movements, I couldn’t. The card was in my hand when it changed!! How did he do that?!
I was stumped. It’s one thing to see a show in the big lights with all the bells and whistles. But it’s quite another thing to be sitting less than ten feet (or in my case, less than a foot) from a guy and have him change the color of the card right before your eyes. The rational, sensible part of my brain says, “There’s got to be a trick! How did he do that…” But there’s a small part that says, “That’s impossible…it’s magic!”
Either way, we had a completely good time getting fooled by Adam Sachs, Sebastian Boswell the III, and RJ Owens.
For an hour and a bit, I almost believed in magic. 😉