Day zero Night 1:
We arrived in droves, swarming the Crowne Plaza hotel like card-wielding locusts, dominating the lobby atrium and bar. Old friends seldom seen, new friends made and even the lay-public churned in the hotel until nine o-clock when Paul Vigil began his show.
It was then that the impossible occurred. Repeatedly. Paul’s show is immaculate. His presence is commanding and his intensity infectious. He read our minds, predicted our futures and made objects move inexplicably with the power of his thoughts. You should see him and you have the opportunity: Paul Vigil appears at King Ink Las Vegas in the Mirage. Sit with Paul and you won’t be the same.
Up to the Precursor suite where Tony and Rosie Miller have created the Precursor Cafe serving Chili Dogs, Chicago Dogs, PB and Nana, and other tasty treats. (See the menu in a previous post. The party raged until the wee hours.
Breakfast this morning turned up a host of characters and now we’re off to see Bob White teach us his wonderful, hysterical feats of the impossible.