Recap!
I went to see Ricky Jay perform. Insert knock me over with a truck here. Though this involved sacrificing both NIN's upcoming show at the Forum and a even more of my Geek Vegas food & drink stash to pull it off, I have no regrets.
The next morning I realized something possibly happened during the show that was so subtle I didn't realize it until the next day. Either that, or my mind is just messing with me again and what I *think* happened actually didn't. But that man is so good I'm inclined to think It Happened, but I didn't pick up on it while in the theater.
On the off-chance that somebody who plans to go to the show wanders past these posts, I'm going to do this with a few spoilers as I can manage. Apologies for the Vague.
There are two tattoo incidents in the show. One is a tattoo referenced as part of a wonderful old-school story he spins out. The other tattoo is physical, revealed with much humor and deliberate obviousness during the second half. It is the second tattoo that is at issue.
After he showed the physical tattoo, he moved on. We, the audience, went with him, meaning that after he's done talking about it, we're no longer paying attention to the tattoo. Especially after the clockwork doll thing, not to mention the vegetables and fruit appearing out of god knows where. You can say we had other things to pay attention to, but in truth it's more along the lines of Jay *owns* the people in the audience, and despite best efforts that audience will see *nothing* he without his granting permission. If I were allowed to use shorthand cliches such as When You Sit In Ricky Jay's Audience You Are Ricky Jay's Bitch, I would do so here. But I've got six more months before I'm allowed to say things like that again, so I can't.
Anyways. What happened to that tattoo?!
That's all I'm gonna say. I need an answer! I'm putting this here in hope that down the road an attendee of the current run will come across this post. Perhaps, unlike me, they did not distract easily and so tracked what happened to that tattoo between the time it showed up and the time the show ended. That person will Take Pity on Moi and, via the email addy handily provided over there on the siderail, drop a note telling me if I *actually* saw what, when pondering the day after, I *think* I saw.
It can happen! Two years ago I wrote about a woman who had a very unpleasant experience at The Black Panel held at Geek Vegas. One year later she happened across that post and contacted me. I have the patience of Job when necessary. I'll wait.
What happened to that tattoo?!
