After a few minutes, I approached the quiet circle and introduced myself: "My name is Mitch the Magician. I am going to perform a quick magic trick, but first I need two lovely assistants to make this possible."
My best buddy, who is also single, has a single sister, and she says that Mitch's magic tricks are...well..very corny. Not so.
During the Super Bowl host parties, I accosted a woman at a hotel party who was wearing a _Stuff_ magazine placard, and asked: "My buddy just got two small dogs. He wants to name them after a '70s or '80s duo band. Do you have any suggestions?"
She laughed. "Yeah," she said, "how about Milli and Vanilli?"
Ah, good wit--we were in for a fun night. Also, I had magic tricks on me to keep her amused, confounded, and confused. We carried on.
She asked if we wanted to go to a Snoop Dogg party. We didn't expect much of it. Besides, we were at T. Owens's "pay-to-play" party, saw him dart in and rush up the stairs with his entourage to VIP, where the cover charge was significantly more than our first-floor entry fee. Still, we kept open minds.
We arrive at the door, and she asks us to knock. The door opens, music playing, and a profound-sized man with shoulders wider than the door asks if we were "with her."
The bouncer lets us is. Parading by, a tall woman in shorts and heels, serving drinks. There were about 14 at the party--six guys and eight woman--and there is Snoop Dogg lounging in a chair, enjoying a fat cigarette (LOL). A guest just inside to our right couldn't believe we were in the same room as Snoop, and neither could Ron.
As I worked myself in, five women surrounded Snoop. They were, to my surprise, silent, some with arms folded. After a few minutes, I approached the quiet circle and introduced myself: "My name is Mitch the Magician. I am going to perform a quick magic trick, but first I need two lovely assistants to make this possible. Do I have any volunteers?" (I scanned the small circle intensely with a hand across my brow.)
Immediately, four or five popped their hands in the air. I asked their names; they replied, and I paraded them, high arm in the air, and made them do a complete twirl onto the "stage" in front of Snoop Dogg. He smiled.
The two assistants opened two packets of sugar and then poured the sugar into my loosely closed fist. They repeated my ridiculous commands as they spanked my now closed fist. The sugar vanished as I opened my palm.
When I made the sugar reappear, everyone was shocked. Snoop really smiled and offered his cigarette to Ron. Ron called his sister after 4:00 a.m., bragging to little sis that Mitch did some magic, and that Snoop liked it so much he passed his own cigarette over to my "Mr. Ron."
I now call that trick Snoop's Favorite.