To recap, I decided that I wanted to learn how to juggle and dressed in a clown costume and make-up I approached one of the street performers in Westwood Village and asked him if he would teach me how to juggle.
He said yes and we exchanged phone numbers. I am going to delve into my memory banks as best as I can to recall this story because truthfully I had forgotten about this person in my life until the magician made a reappearance in my life and brought the jugglers memory out of the deep abyss known as my memory. That being stated here goes to the best of my ability.
We had agreed to meet at the U.C.L.A gym because that is where he worked out and practiced juggling and since I was on campus quite a bit it was a perfect location.
Our first meeting was kind of awkard….well I was awkward at the juggling. I was not exactly very skilled. And because I was not so skilled it led the juggler to ask me if the reason why I wanted to learn was because I like him? That was actually kind of arrogant on his part but sadly I had to tell him no, I just wanted to learn how to juggle. I do not think that I burst any ego centric bubbles that he had because we continued with the lessons. Since he did ask if I liked him it made me think about it and yes he was cute but in all honesty my initial and only reason to contact him was to learn how to juggle. I think over time I may have started to have a crush on him. I remember calling him on numerous occasion and his female roomate would answer the phone but I could not in all honestly tell you what we could have talked about. I am guessing I must have developed feeling for him. I remember meeting him for lunch at school and he had this amazing revelation for me. The roommate, the one who always seemed to answer the phone and then would pass the call on well guess what? It turns out she was not just his roommate oh no–it turns out she was his finance!!!!!
I remember excusing myself because I had to go to the bathroom–well I didn’t have to go to the bathroom but it was the only escape I could think of and so I got up and went to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom to cry my eyes out…..and I know that I was in there for about a half hour because I remember thinking and expecting that he would have left the table since I had been gone for so long. To my surprise he was still there. He then explained to me that they had an open relationship and she currently had a girlfriend. In my naiveté I just assumed that given time she would decide to stay with the girlfriend and I would get the juggler. Truthfully after that it is kind of fuzzy.
The important element of the juggler is that he is the one that sent me to Hollywood Magic Store to get lacrosse balls for juggling and that is where I met the magician., Jay Scott Berry. He was the up and coming junior member of the world famous Hollywood Magic Castle who would take my virginity and hold my heart captive for the next thirty years……to be continued……….
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