Here's the quick background boring part. Megan and I are renting a condo from a guy named John. John owns the condo with another guy named Steve, who happens to live in our complex and I bump into him every now and then and we exchange pleasantries. blah blah blah
The other day I was lying on the couch and I heard something, a small tap. I waited, and then heard it again. I sat up and waited again. There it was. I moved slowly so as not to scare whatever it was and eventually found a slow drip coming from the access panel in our ceiling. Not good. I figured it must be a leaky pipe because it hasn't rained for over a week. That's when I called John. He came over to look at it before calling the wrong people to come and fix it. When we opened the access panel a lot of water came rushing out. Not good. We found a slow leak coming from a pipe that must have pooled until it couldn't hold anymore and started dripping onto our floor.
John called his fix it man Sean. I've met Sean before when he came over to fix a few things when we first moved in. Right on, he's coming the next day to fix the problem. That makes Megan and me happy. Now Fast Forward >>> I'm walking to gym in our complex to lift some weight, it's no big deal I'm just tough like that. Anyway, as I'm on my way to the gym I see Steve. I wave and he shots me a "Hi Shaun" immediately followed by "Sorry, I didn't mean to call you Sean." He was still a ways off as I mumbled to myself "My name is Shaun" but I don't think he heard me. He then proceeded to explain that he had just spoken to John who had told him about the leak and also told him that he had already called Sean to come and fix it. That's why he called me Sean, because he was just thinking about it. I didn't have the heart to tell him that my name really was Shaun. Instead I just thanked him for being willing to help us so quickly. I then left and went to the gym.
Someday soon he'll remember that my name really is Shaun and he'll either be really confused, slightly embarrassed, or just laugh a bit. Oh well.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
big cat magic
Just some quick background. Megan’s mom just started teaching sign language classes for wee kids at a community center and a couple of TV stations wanted to do a piece on her. At one of the interviews the PR group for the community center gave her tickets to a magician here in Vegas. It turned out that Megan’s mom had knee surgery and Megan’s sister Katie was sick and neither of them could go so…
Megan and I went to see a magician. Normally I would leave out the name of the magician to protect his identity but his real name adds so much more to the story that I’m going to risk leaving it in. The show we saw was called Extreme Magic with Dirk Arthur. First of all I think magicians are ridiculous. Not as entertainment but as individuals. I’ve personally a couple magicians in my life and I always leave laughing. Granted the illusions they do are really cool but at the end of the day they still have to tell people that they grew up (using the term loosely) to be magicians. Which includes dancers/assistants, wild jungle cats, flashy jackets, top hats, doves, and big smiles.
The theatre we were in was kind of grungy. Our usher was an old guy with a gut and a mustache. We sat in the first row of booths about 10 yards from the stage. Between the stage and us were rows of long fold up table. I think we have those same fold up tables under the stage at our church. Everyone at the show look tired and grumpy and most of them were probably retired.
The show started with Dirk’s Dancers. 4 girls who probably could get a dancing job anywhere else in Vegas. Megan was worried about the visual scars the dancers were making on her little brother Riley (11) and I couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous they were. Anyway, Dirk Arthur loves tigers and more than half his tricks had to do with making tigers disappear or appear or whatever else you can get a tiger to do. Except, he never put his head in a tiger’s mouth, which would have been really fun to watch. He also had a really old African Black Panther. He said it was something like 15 years old and you could tell. It had grey hair by its whiskers and it walk like it had arthritis. He did have an all white tiger (no stripes) that was way sweet.
Anyway, sorry to bore you with all the details. Overall the show was pretty fun, I laughed a lot. My favorite part of the show was when Dirk came off his stage and was talking to people. It was just the usual “where you from followed” by a lame joke until he stopped at our table. Megan was sitting on the outside and he asked her if she’d been winning at the casinos. She told him she didn’t gamble. Then he said this “well maybe you should cause it’s your lucky day.” Then he made her get up on stage and help him with a card trick. YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! I laughed so hard. Megan hates doing that kind of stuff. The trick was fun but being able to remind her for the rest of our lives that Dirk chose her to do a magic trick is the best part. He also gave us a free DVD called Big Cat Magic. It’s about his work with the tigers. We gave it to Riley.
Megan and I went to see a magician. Normally I would leave out the name of the magician to protect his identity but his real name adds so much more to the story that I’m going to risk leaving it in. The show we saw was called Extreme Magic with Dirk Arthur. First of all I think magicians are ridiculous. Not as entertainment but as individuals. I’ve personally a couple magicians in my life and I always leave laughing. Granted the illusions they do are really cool but at the end of the day they still have to tell people that they grew up (using the term loosely) to be magicians. Which includes dancers/assistants, wild jungle cats, flashy jackets, top hats, doves, and big smiles.
The theatre we were in was kind of grungy. Our usher was an old guy with a gut and a mustache. We sat in the first row of booths about 10 yards from the stage. Between the stage and us were rows of long fold up table. I think we have those same fold up tables under the stage at our church. Everyone at the show look tired and grumpy and most of them were probably retired.
The show started with Dirk’s Dancers. 4 girls who probably could get a dancing job anywhere else in Vegas. Megan was worried about the visual scars the dancers were making on her little brother Riley (11) and I couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous they were. Anyway, Dirk Arthur loves tigers and more than half his tricks had to do with making tigers disappear or appear or whatever else you can get a tiger to do. Except, he never put his head in a tiger’s mouth, which would have been really fun to watch. He also had a really old African Black Panther. He said it was something like 15 years old and you could tell. It had grey hair by its whiskers and it walk like it had arthritis. He did have an all white tiger (no stripes) that was way sweet.
Anyway, sorry to bore you with all the details. Overall the show was pretty fun, I laughed a lot. My favorite part of the show was when Dirk came off his stage and was talking to people. It was just the usual “where you from followed” by a lame joke until he stopped at our table. Megan was sitting on the outside and he asked her if she’d been winning at the casinos. She told him she didn’t gamble. Then he said this “well maybe you should cause it’s your lucky day.” Then he made her get up on stage and help him with a card trick. YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! I laughed so hard. Megan hates doing that kind of stuff. The trick was fun but being able to remind her for the rest of our lives that Dirk chose her to do a magic trick is the best part. He also gave us a free DVD called Big Cat Magic. It’s about his work with the tigers. We gave it to Riley.
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