Beau's niece's boyfriend (let's call him Travis) was in the show, and he got us a pair of tickets. Beau's entire family is very creative and artistic, and they tend to pair up with other artists, creative types, etc. (which can only mean that Beau picked me in a fit of rebellion. Though, in my defense, I can draw a kick-ass rocket or tree--or a rocket-tree!-- in a pinch).
The show was downtown, and we sat with Travis' friends (who are jugglers by trade). The show was impressive and creepy in that way that Cirques typically are. You really appreciate the athleticism of the folks on the stage, but an act or two just give you the heebie-jeebies. The little Mongolian acrobat/contortionists who seemingly have no bones to speak of give me a bit of a chill. In my world, your pubic bone should not jut out at any time (but I guess it's an occupational hazard when you're imitating a jelly roll). I also get that it was an ooh-la-la moment for many men in the audience. And that's cool. No judgments.
Another odd act was a scene in which a fella (who was built like a brick shithouse) was suspended in the air by two straps. But every so often, they'd lower him into a bathtub (fully clothed--the fella, not the bathtub) and whip him back out so he could swing around and splash water everywhere (thinking back, it was oddly reminicent of that scene in Flashdance). He had a female dance partner, but she pretty much just stayed on the ground, writhing in his water droplets and helping to swing him around when his feet got within grabbing distance.
After the show, we waited around to meet Travis (who was exceptionally gracious and nice) and go out for a drink with him and his juggling friends. We all had a beer and listened to serious juggling talk because the jugglers had a show to do at 11:00 that night (I kid you not, we heard the following: Dude, I wish I'd brought more juggling equipment. Do you have any extra rings in your car? To which his buddy responded I have some rings, but they're kinda weird. You might not like them.). We hung around a bit, bought a round (which is what old folks do for whippersnappers), and left for home. One of the jugglers gave me her business card. It turns out that she's not only a juggler; she's a skillful, sexy burlesque juggler! I'll bet you didn't even know those existed.
It was a great night. It's not every weekend that I get to hang out with circus folk!
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