An interesting day indeed. I did some magic tricks for some sick kids, which is something I try to do having been one myself. It's 9/10th being a smartass with these kids, 1/10 illusion. They're mean little buggers!
I had a deck of cards with me when I went to lunch, I sat at the bar there, ordered a salad and couldn't manage to get the food into my mouth, so that was kinda weird. At least they took it off my bill when they realized I couldn't eat. Some lady who had just turned 60 last week sat down next to me, took a look at my cards, and I ended up doing tricks for her for 2 hours. She got entirely too drunk (I had diet coke), and started actively trying to get me to come home with her. I think the cute bartender was having too much fun watching some tricks and this old lady hitting on me, so she wouldn't give me my check. The old lady told me her life story, about how she got dumped by Nick Notle (had pics to prove it, not hanging on to anything are we?), got breast cancer (as she grabbed my hand and forced it on to a half boob), and is living alone with her cat.
All I could tell her is that it gets better, I left a 20 and walked out. She was sweet, and I didn't feel bad for her, I'm glad I gave her someone to talk to for a few hours. And I may have taught myself something.
It always gets better.
I had a deck of cards with me when I went to lunch, I sat at the bar there, ordered a salad and couldn't manage to get the food into my mouth, so that was kinda weird. At least they took it off my bill when they realized I couldn't eat. Some lady who had just turned 60 last week sat down next to me, took a look at my cards, and I ended up doing tricks for her for 2 hours. She got entirely too drunk (I had diet coke), and started actively trying to get me to come home with her. I think the cute bartender was having too much fun watching some tricks and this old lady hitting on me, so she wouldn't give me my check. The old lady told me her life story, about how she got dumped by Nick Notle (had pics to prove it, not hanging on to anything are we?), got breast cancer (as she grabbed my hand and forced it on to a half boob), and is living alone with her cat.
All I could tell her is that it gets better, I left a 20 and walked out. She was sweet, and I didn't feel bad for her, I'm glad I gave her someone to talk to for a few hours. And I may have taught myself something.
It always gets better.