I’ve been hearing about LA’s Magic Castle for years and have always wanted to go, and last night, I finally got to. Thing is, you have to know a guy who knows a guy who knows a magician to get in. AND NOW I KNOW ONE,  Jim Steinmeyer, an incredible illusionist and designer of special effects, who serves on the board of Center Theater Group.  Basically it’s everything you want it to be but with even more garlic bread. It’s an exclusive magic castle on a hill where you have to wear evening gowns and jackets and phones and jeans are not allowed and to get in your say ‘Open Says me’ to an owl statue and once inside you dine on fine soups with magicians then watch them make things disappear.

Here’s all I know:

–  I saw a mask on a woman’s face TURN INTO A DOVE AND FLY AWAY.

– I saw a table float.

– I saw minds read.

– I saw matter become fluid and then solid again.

– I learned last night from my new magician colleague that – It is uncouth to tell a magician, after his show, that you ‘totally know how he did that.’ And so, I’m sure there is a logical explanation for all of these things that I saw,  but I DON’T CARE TO KNOW AND I WILL NEVER ASK.