Who’s not a cream dream for Cirque du Soleil? Before this weekend I totally would have guessed “frat boys.” And I would have been…wrong. Just moments before start time a group of ten frat boys, not a one could have been more than 22 years-old, shuffled single-file into the row in front of us. I don’t know for certain that they were part of some university fraternal organization, but I would have been really surprised if they didn’t all have matching Greek letters tattooed on their shoulder blades. There wasn’t a girlfriend among them, it was just these ten bros being bros at a Cirque du Soleil show. Got a problem with that?
And I’ll be gawldamned if they weren’t the first ones jumping out of their seats after the finale, starting the standing ovation. The applauded and shouted with wild abandon. Walking out they slapped each other on the back, shaking their heads at the pure magic of it all. And for a moment, I was a frat boy too. Because not one of us could escape the wonder of the circus.
They were probably on mushrooms, right?
gretch
2 comments:
Couldn't agree more. I saw CdS a few years ago when they set up their crazy tents in the parking lot of the Santa Monica Pier. It was like nothing I had ever seen. I have since seen a couple of their TV specials which were equally wow-some, but of course being in the audience is better. My only knock on them might be that when they're trying to be funny, it just isn't all that funny...
Just when I thought I'd seen one too many Cirque shows, I saw "Love." Was it fantastic? Oh Yes! Would I see it again? Absolutely! I even love the gift shop and the bank of slot machines in front of the theatre.
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