I haven't written a blog post in a long time. That's the bad news. The good news is I've been busy. As a corporate event and trade show magician, I spend a lot of time on the road, and my last few gigs were too good not to share.
So here's the recap. A sales meeting in Las Vegas. A trade show in Chula Vista. And a private party in Rancho Mirage that ended in a way I never saw coming.
Corporate Magician and Mentalist at Aria Las Vegas
First up, PIVOT Marketing Agency brought me in to perform a mentalism show for their meeting at the Aria in Las Vegas.
Marketing people are a fun crowd for mind reading. They spend all day trying to get inside other people's heads. For once, somebody got inside theirs.
I'd show you a picture, but I forgot to take one. Nearly 40 years in this business and I still pull rookie moves. You'll have to take my word for it. Or better yet, ask PIVOT.
Trade Show Magician for Agiloft at the Gaylord Pacific
Next, Agiloft hired me as their trade show magician at the Gaylord Pacific in Chula Vista.
Agiloft makes contract lifecycle management (CLM) software. That's not the easiest thing to make exciting in a crowded expo hall. So I wrote custom scripting that built their features and benefits right into the magic. People stopped to see a trick and walked away knowing what Agiloft does.
That's the job at a trade show. Stop the traffic. Draw a crowd. Deliver the message. Then hand the sales team people who actually want to talk.
The Agiloft team was great to work with. That's us at the booth in the photo at the top of this post.
A Private Party in Rancho Mirage With Nancy Kerrigan and an Olympic Torch
Last up, an ice skating club hired me for a private party. It was a cocktail reception at a beautiful home in Rancho Mirage.
The homeowner carried the Olympic torch, and he let me pose with it. You can see my vigorous running, and the struggle in my eyes.
World famous ice skaters Nancy Kerrigan and Randy Gardner were also there. I didn't struggle as much in that pic.
And Then There Was an Incident
I've always said I'm a story collector above all else. Every performer has crazy stories. This one is... different.
I was performing stationary close-up magic from behind my table. Nancy Kerrigan was on my left. A girl was in the center, across from me, and a guy was to my right.
I spread my cards on the table to perform Sam the Bellhop (if you know, you know).
I glanced away for a second. When I looked back, the girl was lunging at me over my felt covered table. (I have that effect on women.)
Before I could register what was happening, she puked all over me and my felt covered table. Did I mention it's felt?
She crashed through the table, and it folded under her weight as she grabbed for me. My briefcase full of magic got knocked over. It looked like a magic shop exploded. Decks of cards, coins, and all kinds of other crap went everywhere. At the time, it looked like she was having a seizure.
I went into the bathroom and tried not to puke myself while I cleaned chunks of her vomit and bile off of me.
The paramedics took her away. That was the end of the magic for the night. Good times.
Many people at the party asked if I'd be considering a new line of work, and I said, "What, and quit show business?" Okay, that last part didn't happen.
Here's the good news. I got word later that she was totally fine. No drugs, no alcohol, and no seizure. She has no idea why she threw up, and the doctors didn't find anything wrong with her.
And before any of my friends say it (you know who you are), no, my show did not make her puke.
Need a Corporate Event Magician?
Planning a sales meeting, a trade show, or a company party? That's what I do. I make fun of your competition. I goof on the audience. It's corporate. It's clean.
I travel nationwide as a corporate event magician and mentalist, with no travel fees. Every show gets built around your event. Sometimes that means custom scripting about your product. Sometimes it just means making your team laugh.
I can't promise nobody will puke. But I can promise it won't be because of the show.



