i had an amazing opportunity day before yesterday to watch one of the highest paid entertainer in the world. i hung out a bit after work and then walked across campus to see david copperfield totally mesmerize us all with his insane illusions. i bought my ticket the day of and sat on the third row!!! i probably got it because i went by myself because david is out of town. i'd imagine that you don't get too many one-ticket buyers, and i lucked up with a random spare seat. i felt a little awkward going by myself, but i was like, hello, david copperfield is in danville, kentucky. and i don't know if you are like me, but i have
always been fascinated by copperfield and his tv specials ever since i was a kid (call me a dork). i love magic tricks and love being caught in the state of, "how did he do that?!?" it just blows me away. i have always been an analytical thinker and want to know how things work. i love the dorky riddles like, "a man's dead in the middle of a room. what happened?" i am a new lover of suduko. i love to solve things. to this day, david still thinks that i would be an incredible private investigator. he laughs at me all the time. so needless to say, it was pretty much
torture tuesday night watching copperfield, yet it was so satisfying and amazing. he did several tricks, but the one that baffled me the most was a 1950s turquoise chevrolet convertible appearing in the middle of the stage. i was laughing like a hyena. WHAT? HOW IN THE STINKIN' WORLD!?! the evening actually taught me some things...one thing in particular about my personality which i am not proud of. i had the opportunity to go up on stage. silver beachballs were bopping out among the crowd and whoever caught one as the music stopped was to come up on stage. the ball was over my head, my arms were raised, the music stopped, and much to my dismay, the 6 foot plus several inches man next to me literally reached over me, grabbed the ball, and proceeded on stage. i couldn't believe it. as i watched the man walk up, i was in utter disbelief and angry. well, the anger carried on until 10:30 that evening. this experience was a great example of how it's difficult for me to "let things go." i was ranting and raving on the phone to david that night (i actually had TWO opportunities to go on stage. the same man snagged a frisbee as it was about to hit me in the face and gave it to his wife...so my anger was doubled). i was so worked up and so focused on my missed opportunity. i didn't want to let go, but as evening wore on, i realized that it was
silly to harbor the feelings because there was
nothing i could do about it, so i asked the lord to make the ill feelings disappear (ha). i asked for forgiveness, took a deep breath, and went to bed. it was pretty cool because i could physically feel the burden released from me. of course, i still had to raved the next day about it to my co-workers, but my heart was
different, and i was able to joke about it. sigh...it was just an amazing night. i am ok now and focusing on the fact that i even
had the opportunity to go. what a incredible experience. if only i were taller... (just kidding, just kidding) :oD
