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I am getting crushed via the e-mail machine today, following my on-air revelation that I turned down the opportunity to be a part of David Copperfield’s act in Vegas. If you missed it, here’s the short of it:
- One of Copperfield’s assistants, Bryan, approached me prior to the show and asked if I would like to be part of a demonstration about an hour into the show. “You’ll be taking four giant slow motion steps on the stage,” Bryan said.
- I declined.
- “You’ll be on-stage with David,” Bryan pressed, leaning in and giving me the old raised eyebrows.
- I declined again.
- Bryan retreated with a “your loss” attitude.
That’s basically how it went down.
And you all have let me have it:
- “You moron…that is a once in a lifetime opportunity!” -Steve
- “Are you stupid?” -Bill
- “No! Seriously? No! You are an idiot.” -Dan
- “Dumbest move ever.” -Andy
- “I always thought you would be fun to hang out with. I’m starting to think I’m wrong.” -Tim
And that’s just the proverbial tip of the iceberg.
Is being on-stage with David Copperfield that big of a deal? Because I said “no” I cease to be fun? I had no idea the old fun meter was such a fragile entity. I mean, I’m not minimizing Copperfield’s achievements or his place in the annals of pop culture. He’s David–freakin’–Copperfiled! That’s not lost on me. But if I wanted to be a magician’s assistant, I would have applied with the rabbit at the front desk.
I bought a ticket to watch the great illusionist. I just wanted to have a drink, sit back, relax, and enjoy. That’s it. I think I’m still fun. Right? No?
I climbed to the top of Guano Point at the Grand Canyon! That’s something a fun guy would do. Right? Tim, help a brother out.