Magical

alright so the magic castle is indeed a magical place. you have to say opensesame to that owl next to my head and the library door swings open. plus if you're not rich and the gown your wearing is the only one you own, you have to know someone who knows someone to get in and possibly leave your tab on someone elses bill to afford it. also you look longingly at the drunk guy who says, 'thank god we have the limo.'

i happen to know someone who knows someone who is working as a magicians assistant. and she had an open tab at the bar which was like christmas come early- as magic, occassionally bad magic, is a hell of a lot more amazing when running on long islands. everything, bah-lieve me, is amazing and really some of those tricks really are amazing. i mean how'd he do that?! i have no idea!! and then of course there's the drunk girl saying- where's the bunny! i want him to pull out a bunny... and the magician with a brit's accent raising his brows like she said something dirty. we all laugh regardless. the night and the tricks kept getting better and better. much like my weekend- each preformed at a cost with a level of difficulty equals huge applause.

so fueled and amazed i managed to stay up for a total of 21 hours. and onward to a sewing circle- where i made a magical apron and then the next day after that was a magical tea- where i razzled and dazzled with simple things like inherited silver and linen... and my mother's garden and money... and some donated china... of course, props, does not a feat make but an assemblage of all the perfect elements... and the willing participation of your guests. i'm going for something profound here but i can't muster the consentration-

except that each gathering made for unique company, exclusive and paid for a price agreed upon when entering. the one friend up for anything, the gaggle of moms talking about how cute davy is and some legitimate sewing in there somewhere from what i remember, and then a meeting of minds, like a cressendo... too alike minds possibly and something the universe only arranges once a millenia. makes me walk around on eggshells afraid to watch it dissipate. or if i blink i'll have missed the trick. so i stand back amazed and continue to agree until one day i might not. or the luck having run its course, after all neglected and taken for granted make it all seem too ordinary and course to continue with. which is why we can't do these luxurious things too often and must revisit them like an old and delicate friend once ever 7 or so years... lest they feel ill-used and I, no longer believe.